candles burn jet black flames and those who kneel leave lighter
Tag: monostich
tides that ignore the moon are cursed to roam as phantoms in the fog
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
cicadas swarm and gather to interpret the clay maiden’s silence
every feather cast out into the wilds is a map to a god exiled
elancharan gunasekaran 