Tag: Singapore

to feel what chaos tastes like she swallowed the broken sky

autumn cracks open bones and lets the winds whistle through the marrow

nail beds bloom rust prayers made to the call of an unnamed bird

soft dusky skin claimed by the autumn night

between 0 and 1 waiting to bloom in a garden of electric leaves

if this then that if not this return a prayer to the glitch

the hollow hum of digits orbiting the void

lost in the mirror’s hollow gaze

igniting a single flame to rewrite the night sky

quiet within the storm a dance of chaos and existence