like building a nest she fills the void with whistles and dreams
Tag: monostich
summer night the songbird still sings for the broken and cursed
curtains peeled on fairy wings the winds of august floats in
remember body remember how summer made us feel
the rain ends but the laughter of ghosts continues down the corridor
cigarette glow in the dark the purple cat in the corner takes a hard drag
soft whispers in the dark until the rain pours heavy on dark bodies
along the trimmed edge of darkness bodies establish a false sense of connection
tender the empty space for this flesh has sinned and will sin again
fingers sober playing a game of touch and go in the dark before dawn
elancharan gunasekaran 