monostich – Page 8 – elancharan gunasekaran

dark paths blur and balance is an act assumed by intuition

listen closely and you will find that destruction has tune and tempo the thumping of chests and steel the war cries that silences death the blood pumping thrill of battle

this sleep spell softens and becomes contagious

this winter night darkness and skin feels complete

time moves different in the forest grim dark roots entangle and manipulate the designs of reality

grey hugs at skin and concrete and when it refuses to let go it tugs at silk strings trapping you in a nigh-infinite embrace

deep down i think they do i think that windows remember the skies of seasons past

long dead machinations and contraptions stir in the gut of paradise with binary implications 000: remain in sleep 110: activate obliteration protocol

the winter cat purrs soft and finds warmth in dreams

the first kind word is said and now the oceans swell with pride