Tag: tanka

displays of the morbid dark by sanctified divinities

dark before dawn from hallowed ground crows depart

winter night we consent to this moment of chaos

crawl under the finest rags and deem ourselves: royals

fickle and shrivelled morsels that go by the name of dreams

winter a slip in the wrong direction and the world laughs

dear paper cup you’ve been warned of these tears

we’ve answered to the photograph with a cynical cry

how human of us to be empty and unbecoming

wraith-like storm clouds deliberate our misfortune