Tag: gothic
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Visions of dead people
Flight instinct kicking in Stick around, source within Skin thin Bones seen beneath Inching obscenely In the fingers, at the cheek Even during sleep Creaking, squeaky greasing easy The wheel of a bike careening Spinning long after a car hit its driver head on Haunted by dead cyclists, suffering infringements At vision’s fringes, their boldness…
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Novena after the nuclear exchange
Using her last breath on a fickle rosary Fasting to the last Want for God’s love surpassing Even the harshest reality We look on with enmity, disguising jealousy Red beads, readings, pleadings, to the mercy of the lady of roses Kneeling by a roadside ditch, scrying the scarred sky for divine signs If she lives…
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The Lighthouse Lads
Three men in a lighthouse Two are never seen again Last left with visage unmoving Fixture of Bedlam’s rooms, in the mask of Agamemnon His words host myriad venoms, he speaks for a shekel Or a respectable speckle of inebriate in his vessel Whilst he speaks, he speaks as a man possessed A frightful vision,…
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lefthandedlefthere
Suddenly bulging with anger Like Olive Oil put spinach in my hand Whoever spoke bad is lucky I don’t have a handgun Totebag, brandish, shoot think after, toetag him, vanish Hand in my notice at Olivanders to join a gang, black wizard band My left, most sinister, hand bent at angle can from distance strangle…
Alchemisland 