thirst learns your name and taunts you
Tag: monostich
armies scatter as cloud wolves rain howls of hail upon flesh mortal and undead
a moth of legend lands on the lips of a king now he goes by the name of: rust
pilgrims kneel in moss for the one who riddles to grant them safe passage through the forest grim
a child calls the wind mother and the village uproots and drifts away on a sombre song
in her garden every blooming blade has a secret name
even the gods hide nothing wanting the blessings of an obsidian sun
she hums and glow worms crawl the skin transforming the pilgrim into beacon
a child with a jar of fireflies walks across a dead whale’s spine
spiders revise the name written in mud and the forest approves
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