Counting down Ten, nine, eight
Bats at Play
Dusk falls with the leaves A chill creeps more prominently
Mimic
The mist rises and covers the mirror Hiding my faithful twin from me
Glare
Grinning skulls look down From towering shelves
Chill
I've got a chill down my spine And a feeling that isn't mine
Maltreat
Horror runs through my veins And dries the tears on my cheeks
Blackout #27
He was like a black cat crossing.
True Colors
Sometimes monsters Are not obvious
This is Halloween!
Not really, but it is October. In the spirit of October I am going to try to keep to a creepy theme. Not surprisingly, I have quite a few that fit that category or just angst-y (see teenage years) so this is my disclaimer for the month that 90% of my poems will be dark,... Continue Reading →
Fragment of a Figment 