Tag: monostich

every letter struck and deepened with steel and flint

quietly we’ve gone from barely existing to raging like wildfire

not just the summer rain but the beast it brings with

a shadowy hand explores unhindered the realm of flesh

a skirmish in the cold forest to fulfill the terms of madness

burning summer greens whilst the flesh slumbers

silver winds the only constant across this plane of flesh

there is comfort in this cradle of roots enough for all

soft phony faces looking at a shot of living the high life

stand by my bedside and watch the body wither