Vishal Prabhu

forbidden walk
gravestones coming alive
in moonlight

— Vishal Prabhu

night wind

an invisible hood

cradles a melody

— Vishal Prabhu

Vishal Prabhu

the clean 
 glint 
of a pickaxe

— Vishal Prabhu

Vishal Prabhu

lifting a spoon
flowers in 
an overgrown graveyard

— Vishal Prabhu

Vishal Prabhu

mountain night
a moth knocks on
the window

— Vishal Prabhu

apple harvest

plucking eyes off

of a bare tree

— Vishal Prabhu

Vishal Prabhu

eye sockets
the crow peers
on the inside

— Vishal Prabhu

moth wings

parting and shutting

the night

— Vishal Prabhu

Vishal Prabhu

attic staircase 
the last step
in the dark

— Vishal Prabhu

Vishal Prabhu

bridal red
affixed to every sighting
her self-same eyes

— Vishal Prabhu

lights turned out

the night given to

spider legs

— Vishal Prabhu

Vishal Prabhu

regrowing
behind his head—
termite lines 

— Vishal Prabhu

late Sunday evening

the ceiling fan’s hum

picks up a drawl

— Vishal Prabhu

Vishal Prabhu

underneath the door
the lit corridor 
shadowless still

— Vishal Prabhu

Vishal Prabhu

past the cemetery
rising from the marshland
empty wails

— Vishal Prabhu

shutting the gallery

one by one

the creak of floorboards

— Vishal Prabhu

Vishal Prabhu

hopping

a shorter way home

pond corpse

— Vishal Prabhu