Tag: gothic
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Growing the additional eyelids required to enter the Red City
At night, my narrowed mind pilum flights far from the ward Toward some blissless, harrowing land full of listless history Strange manner, odder banner Blinding wind and blistering sand Fissures hissing, a scorpion’s vicious arrow stinger never missing Shadowless as prissy-making unsunned climes yet all the while An ever-prodding sun’s formative rod rots beginners before…
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Afternoon séance
Messages pleading from dead relatives Revealed in secret bleeding bone tongues A lexicon of scorched undersides Unguent for the pus swollen wounds of those left behind. A fire language, puzzling to living minds I strive for it, I will die for it. With hundreds of words for screaming But none for love or life or…
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The worst clown
To quilt mourning feelings he drinks all morning and day, to scant reprieve. Until, ‘twixt lycan and labrador, dusk of day, he ill became. Old sick stains on his wipe away sleeve top Fret not, it’s invisible beneath his polkadot livery Feeling liver-y Greening pallor, sweat gleaming Swaying though still Steaming from the swill, believing…
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Funeral winds
Harsh, sermon-shushing winds blew baleful regattas on His funeral day. With winsome Sherman demonspeed winnowed in off the coast, Like an invading host, to harry us and hoar his untarrying ghost, Before his in-chariot carrion could be carried to the flensing garret; That wind hit harder than a chartered stepdad after a few jars. Marshy…
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Are these earplugs ghost child proof?
Sock drawers stocking more rocks than Dorset Move like a boxer if the task’s enforcement Hot as red dot topped faucets Pinky out snout up drinking tea with saucers My worries are an aborted child Won’t arrive, soon or anytime. In the wild of night hear loud crying From down the hall, something calling Pitter…
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