the demon in the corner of the room sulks quietly never knowing why this man smiles
Tag: senryu
the night has declared war upon our flesh as bodies melt into bedsheets
surviving your gaze of winter: perhaps then it is meant to be
to quiet the voices: detach from the warmth of summer
a deeper shade of grey fills the belly of the city with trauma
cloudfall: fire like hair curls and cascades upon the dusk of skin
she walks through the veil jaded and unprovoked by the impostor that goes by the name of: monsoon
uproot from bed and gaze into the merciless grey
like the seasons past we too must learn to fade
summer reveals its hand: beneath all that fury a gentleness unlike any
elancharan gunasekaran 