Enjoy little taste
of thoughts set out for battle
in the near distance
hate to sleep
I hate to sleep because I dream of them,
And they feel so real when the nightmares end,
Deadly creatures' tendrils to my walls tend.
Their melting mouths jaw dropped for screaming phlegm.
Cold sweat wake, empty walls but for a stem,
Which I gave a rough pull till all upend,
The room twisted and turned all it could rend.
I had fallen past reality's hem.
Floating and falling with pain so severe,
A headache gone throbbing, tunneled vision,
Overloaded to nothing, no more fear,
Silence in noise till cosmic collision.
Back in mv bed not an hour till dawn,
Still so tired... my sanity withdrawn.
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Published in Dire Need Zine - Halloween 2022 Issue
Improperly Scaled
Waves cursed our ship, rocked us right from the start,
Unusual blue rose from the clear depths
And reared its scaly head, be still me heart.
We froze in awe at the creature’s shear breadth.
It opened its maw and snapped up some gulls,
White to red, countless needles lined its jaws,
Primed to tear apart flesh and bone and hulls
With help from its nimble and weathered claws.
Our cannons stood primed, our Captain ready
T’ order a volley t’ strike the beast
Back to its home down in the deep blue sea,
But no orders came, we weren’t made a feast.
It looked at us, pinhole eyes on head’s side,
Receded back home and none of us died.
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Published in Horde Mag #1, August 2023 - Available Here
Blue Full Veins
Published in WYRD #3, 2023
The blue water called me forth to its depths,
I boarded the boat with an acquaintance –
One who claimed he could overpower its breaths,
He who damned me when stricken by fragrance.
Rotten scent invaded our nose and lungs,
Burned at the senses, numb to the violence,
Pushed to the ocean, sunk like seven tons –
Eyes under pressure, blues turned to violets.
Two heartbeats pounding, a knot in my chest,
Vacuous ooze stew bubbled and brewed goo,
Lower and darker my journey to rest,
Piece of primordial puzzle – I, too.
Appropriated meat slowly grows numb,
Until the next sailor fumbles aplomb.
