Tag: Singapore

tip of serpent’s tongue a forbidden flower blooms in the language of tides

the ambient dark commands our cold limbs stretching and contorting bodies reminding the flesh that it is mortal time and time again

the children of the leaf play and sing and dance within the confines of concrete barely bothered by the rain that has drowned out the silence of this autumn day

carved into the old birch the almanac of elders to lead the young ones into the future the fae children sit and watch and listen etching lines and symbols and seasons into memory for if you ever lose your way in the world close your eyes and think upon your memory of youth remember the beautiful birch its eternal watch in day and dark and find your way to one of the sanctuaries to begin anew

the grim forest does not trap you it simply forgets the way out

when the stars aligned the mad god emerged wrong beautiful and unmistakably queer

a raindrop each pilgrims bring from all over to be catalogued in the consecrated vaults

children of the night take stock of unsummoned moons in an underground bunker

mends your shadow for a copper coin if you will let her the alley witch crouched at a forgotten doorway

not end times but the end of darkness when eyeballs burst into ultraviolet flooding the world with a vision of luminance and iridescence