spring rain serpent limbs unravel with a cryptic gaze
Tag: freedom
borders burst into pollen the pilgrim’s path erasing lines and boundaries
clouds stream across the grey sky flashes pulsing like ungodly organs
candles burn jet black flames and those who kneel leave lighter
mantras mutate mid ritual
a fae child learns to play the spine each note a wrinkle in time
demons no longer hide from day and soil sees more than the sun
to ask is to echo and to echo is to drown
coughed up constellations
horror rots the knees and you never leave the forest grim ever again
elancharan gunasekaran 