Demon Eyes

Window to abyss Visions of depravity, Blinding evilness. (Karina Pinella) You cannot see me. Burning perpetual stare. I don’t need to blink. (FlyTrapMan) Look into my soul. See the dark; it fills a hole. Emptiness that’s full. (Poet Rummager) Adjust my glasses and really see the true you. Easy with no skin. (Words and Feathers) Visions

The Emerald Star

When it first appeared like a bright star, its origin unknown, we wondered at its beauty like an emerald dazzling through the weeks and months. The star became larger, brighter. After a time outshining the moon. The star, although mesmerizing in its emerald green beauty, was sinister in its purpose. Humanity upon the realization, exploded

Mother Ghoul’s Nursery Rhymes: Jack & Jill

Jack and Jill went up the hill to make whoopie in a barn. Jack heard licking sounds and found a vampire sucking a goat. Frustrated fangs tore into his throat. Now, Jack is hungry and chasing Jill around. Uh, oh—Jill fell down! Mother Ghoul invites you to make your own horror nursery rhyme using Jack

An Incident on Bernard Boulevard

Traversing Bernard Boulevard at night, she longed to escape her loneliness. An effulgence of light illuminated from the sky and lifted her off the pavement. She smiled, her arms outstretched. Rubbing their hands together gleefully, the six-eyed aliens from a far off galaxy, awaited the arrival of their newest female specimen. And then she arrived.

On Par

Was she staring at him? Feeling panicked, he hastily pulled on his jacket. He could feel the skin on his arms shrink from the fabric. I have no other choice, he thought, trying to reason. She may be watching. She may tell others. They would crowd around, mock and gesture, and then I? I would

Hotel Sin

  What is your vice? What is your #1 sin? Whatever it is, you will find it within. These halls beckon you to play that age-old deadly game. So what is it you desire? Is it to murder? If so then why? Perhaps you would rather die? End it all by taking your own life?

The Darkest Corner

  There’s always a world inside you Secret layers of Passion, desires, selfishness. The world you might never be able To live in, but It lives within you. The cavernous void Of surreptitious serendipity Of finding fault in everyone. The secret yearning, abhorrence Which are afraid to surface To the upper strata of mind. All

Five Haiku Poem: Flowers for Death

  Deep within the seeds, fright grows as poppies erupt blood-red through dark mud.   She picks the flowers. They die slowly in her grasp. Their scent fading fast.     As poppies wither through the night, she dreams of death – invites him to bed.   With cold hands, he holds her tight, and

Can You Get Over Me?

Put daggers in my heart and twist knives into my spine, rip my skin away from the flesh, and drain my blood, drop by drop. Cut me into two halves, and then cut those halves further. Take my eyes away. Discard them on your way home. Roast my flesh in a fiery rage. Fill my soul with

Venus as Annabel Lee, mixed media, 8″ x 11″

  Annabel Lee BY EDGAR ALLAN POE It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was