Dr. Agonson: The Undying Heart

  I swear never my heart to give again, but locked away, letting it rest awhile out of the air—a shoebox burial— keeping its memory, so to forget the unfulfilled future. It still won’t die. I hear its thumping underground, beneath the wet soft earth it pounds and pounds. It will not go unheard. I

MegaEggz: Bound to Rebound

Like a melted bar of soap, Your soft resistance floats away. I think it’s time to fetch the rope, and I’ll leave it to you to pray. Darkness; kind hearts glow brightly. Rituals repeated nightly. Read thoughts become so slightly Restrained and bound ultra tightly.   ©MegaEggz 2017 Click HERE to visit Josh’s blog!  

Walt Page: The Demons of Darkness

A glint of light shot skyward And summoned the creatures of the dark One by one their howls filled the night Their dance of the darkness had begun All of your phobias, your childhood fears Surrounded you, taunted you, haunted you You trembled and gasped as you felt something touch you A cold, slimy touch

Ivor Steven: Smashed Pumpkin Brains

  What’s it like to be an orange Pumpkin-head Only black sockets for eyes instead. And a cut-out smile full of seeds. Queer ears made of rings and beads. Inside, your brain is scooped out for pigs feed Leaving a dark void that doesn’t bleed. On top you’re like a crinkled dome. And your sore

Night Clings Haiku: Find Your Horror Spirit Animal

The night waits in trees. With long, sharpened claws, it clings. Eyes covered with wings.   If you’ve ever heard the wind howl, felt the heat of a furnace burnishing your skin as you’d imagine a dragon’s breath would, or the chill of winter biting at your exposed ankles, then you’ve experienced how monsters can

Dominion

    Find meat stuck in teeth of glaze-eyed Beasts, Of prey from some dangerless lands, Pluck out what was left from unprincipled feasts, And show them the fibrous strands. Upon seeing these, it’d cause no unease, Save for those with the conscience of rams, To dismantlers by degrees, as dutch elm disease, In unremorseful-laden

Monster’s Name

And by that mystery of heaven’s pride, the border where death and life coincide, was breath given unto mismatched remnants, held together with foreign ligaments. A hand from a jar, eyes plucked from the ground, in their proper places the most renowned. I am forged of vivisection’s treasures, every part wonderful in its measure. But

Dead Eyes

Her eyes were beautiful The color of fine jade Deep and translucent Her skin so soft and white Her hair the color of fire Her voice like sweet music From the first time I saw her I knew I must have her So perfect in every way she was She walked alone, in the dark

No One Else Around

  Lovely girl of six with hair of gold and face of innocence. I felt a bump in my blanket – a lump unmoving and steadfast. It was her doll – face contorted, clothes in pieces, limbs dismembered. I would find it in my room for the next three nights. No matter if I hid

Haiku Poems – Howling through Trees

Wind touches my skin, and I shiver as winter unravels my clothes.   I hear souls howling through the trees in search of fruits now out of their reach.   The decaying pelt of once succulent berries – dried and unwanted.   Frigid ice and cold crush and numb this whirling pain – a storm that