a wheat field floats where gravity has forgotten its duty : cloudy with a chance of grain
Tag: monostich
intoxicated we slept in the ruins of a city built by iron insects and preserved by echoes
phantoms float above fields of war wrapped in winter’s fog
hush now pale winds come for your soul
each step forward softens grey clouds
soft slow beneath your tongue the ritual blooms in gesture
liberated pilgrims leave the voidspace blessed with demonic deformities and bloodlust
a language of fungus and howl escapes the dead god’s maw
your shadow crawls where you refuse to go
last words collected and woven into shawls the witch in a grim garden of ears
elancharan gunasekaran 