i wake as if these limbs have never known cold but only the vigor of carnal fires
Tag: monostich
the winter sun has yet to rise and here i walk this earth bare and innocent
to the fires of lost causes this soul is drawn to
darkness consumed: i can tell by the taint in your eyes your lust for broken worlds
winter’s soul lets go: birdsong and warmth feels like a dream
the winter light at work distilling grey tides of gloom
dark skin deep crawl from flesh to subconscious peeling away at the layers of trauma
shadows and dreams of tyranny fill the void left by the moon
this winter day light thins to a whisper
please hold: spring is still an unfinished spell
elancharan gunasekaran 