a taste of cosmic salt and his tongue turned into mirrors
Tag: monostich
she kissed a demon and a duel between plagues ravaged the realms
clouds filled with fire eat north and spit out a cosmic map
summer the winds taste of pulp and madness
witches tune bones to nether frequencies listening waiting for the voice from the void
one chime the ruination of flowers two chimes the dead turn back the clock
a meteor shower softly serenades otherworldly heresy
the gods are long gone but belief is a stubborn echo of our humanity
the sickle grows sharper with each harvest of a soul’s silence
after the rain everything becomes wrong and beautiful
elancharan gunasekaran 