Nor God Nor Man
Sunday Scaries Submission - hosted by Labyrinthia Mythweaver, Conor MacCormack, & Mathew C. Bryant
A hollow branch with ash for lungs
it stands where the ground forgets it’s name
where the blackened earth peels like rotten skin
like even life shall not risk blooming in its oculus
the shape holds
not quite bone, older than root
supports line the seams
by something older than time
light does not touch
it bends around its sphere of influence
as if it was afraid of being sensed
by it
it watches
without eyes
but with a patience that will outlive your survival
and behind it
through the nightshade oculus
something suggests
movement
like something bending and breaking
willing itself into
a body
it stays