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The steps in the dark were a trick to traverse--
I’d been heading downstairs for a while.
Upon reaching a spot where some moonlight was perched,
I sought the soft light to negate the night’s guile.
Out the window, by chance, was a figure, of sorts;
A small palette of flesh, and a sketchy profile.
It took shape when I saw its stained pearls and white orbs:
A face with a sinister smile.
Poems for Halloween #1
The steps in the dark were a trick to traverse--
I’d been heading downstairs for a while.
Upon reaching a spot where some moonlight was perched,
I sought the soft light to negate the night’s guile.
Out the window, by chance, was a figure, of sorts;
A small palette of flesh, and a sketchy profile.
It took shape when I saw its stained pearls and white orbs:
A face with a sinister smile.
Poems for Halloween #1
The fluid teeters
The edge is my greatest fear
Unable to flush
What secrets spoken
have gathered in the
clouds?
and how long 'til
they rain,
giving seeds of shame the
pain they need to bloom?
have gathered in the
clouds?
and how long 'til
they rain,
giving seeds of shame the
pain they need to bloom?
The monster is terrible.
Filthy ink is endlessly
covering, and flowing from, its skin
covering, and flowing from, its skin
and stains rock and soil,
sand and water.
Under each splashing torrent of gritty black is the oil
and blood
pressed out of all living.
Flesh is soaked into the dark,
and the remaining bones crackle and splinter
from the heat
trapped by the stain.
Lives, homes,
and hearts
are violently drawn out as streaks
and hearts
are violently drawn out as streaks
of domestic entrails.
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