charred bodies of flesh stand still with bowls filled with black dew and silence
Tag: monostich
the forge burns with the blood of forests and hammers to bludgeon fashioned after moss
pilgrims throw nets at the clouds only catching the blistering nuance of silence
the druidic spell misfires and flesh fuses with decaying matter transforming into a throne for all manner of fungi and maggots
the starbeast wakes and stretches its synthetic jaws made from the bones of a meteor
entire generations disintegrate and displaced by rising salt winds
midnight the oceans sang as if pulled by a tide of longing for something darker than its depths
tip of tongue curls and strikes at the very air setting invisible worlds on fire
dead dialects blew through the city grim on pale winds
to hunt the unseen you must teach your eyes to unsee reality
