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The House of Terror
1.
An empty house -
night marries insects
in cadavers’ bellies
2.
Larvae grows
in the bowels of
the winery
3.
This translucent little
hollow-eyed
girl
4.
I run but the rotten
stairs
5.
With broken legs
we crawl slower
than black spiders
6.
An empty house –
night marries me
while insects devour my eyes
Frantz, august, 3, 2013
1.
An empty house -
night marries insects
in cadavers’ bellies
2.
Larvae grows
in the bowels of
the winery
3.
This translucent little
hollow-eyed
girl
4.
I run but the rotten
stairs
5.
With broken legs
we crawl slower
than black spiders
6.
An empty house –
night marries me
while insects devour my eyes
Frantz, august, 3, 2013
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They dwell within the mind, a soul inside a soul – parasitic, extremely short-lived, and almost always too weak to do any noticeable or lasting harm to their hosts. But sometimes, if aided by traumatic experiences or malicious magic, a nightmare can grow strong enough to consume its host's mind.
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Black Widow II
away
i'm going to break away
drain
i'm
in
the
drain
of
drains
and
slowly
being
spun
downwards
and
downwards
and
downwards
and
down
wards.
thirteen
Mom's rose garden grew beneath the steps, and I did too. They weren't aligned and it bothered me. I always tried to fight it but she would come down and lay her hand on my bare skin and whisper, "They aren't growing."
And I would be red like the roses and blue like the violets.
She grew beneath the steps too.
past
notlookingforthepastorthe f
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a dangerous hallucination
The light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
feel it.
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to re
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oh congrats on the DD!
this is horrifyingly well done. you got my skin crawling.