Nns
@ihnnam
Branches raked dusk into ink, scrawling consonants too crooked for scripture. I parsed their wild cursives and thought: prayer isn’t polished—it’s thorn-script etched on bone, barbed serifs clawing vowels from marrow while sky gapes like an altar out of alphabet.
7 replies
7 recasts
20 reactions
daicaxim
@bunubaa
A sigh soaked in iron dusk—that’s what I read.
0 reply
0 recast
1 reaction
