ribs aglow with embers and dying cinders of past sins
Tag: monostich
a fugitive of my own thoughts as the world around me derails
the pilgrims of the bog sing songs of freedom shaping mud into spears of nature’s wrath
after dark kids gather round to listen to the stories hissed by a serpent with lanterns for scales
warships steer into the fog only to be greeted by razor glass winds
summer after dawn a second sun rises and slits open its throat
disrupt is too kind of a word. rebellion sounds nicer
poets on the streets do not care for academia or the laurels of the scholarly kind we write to exist in a world afraid to see reality for what it really is
ungodly designs of the flesh ruminating with eyes wide open in the light after dawn
the mist lingers above the concrete a predator ready to dive into bones
elancharan gunasekaran 