repeat after me: flesh and bone, flesh and bone…
Tag: poetry
winged gods meld with the concrete abyss
the overcast sky undermining our faith in flesh
where do we even begin from the rubble or screams and yet we know how it all ends
a wave of standing ovations as dictators denounce their humanity on stage
flail loose limbs drained of energy until curtainfall
night the rain fills orifices with a sensual sort of lethargy
overturned stones revisiting the lies of november
all the ways we could have stayed sane but we chose love
where do we go when the quiet places have been taken over by demons
elancharan gunasekaran 