best not to dwell the sky here is someone else’s grave
Tag: monostich
pale skin rusts and names melt into ash
in a hideout void of rime feeding ghostlight to the wounded satyr
shed silence like a skin still warm
in sympathy with old machines bones hum
spring winds offered a blueprint for silence
direction to my old self the worm gave me
limbs recoil at the first sunrise in days
sleep beneath a broken engine dreaming i am water
craters bloom moss cushions the rainfall
elancharan gunasekaran 