Getting used to it
In a moldering dream, I fitted a woolen sock over the stump of my leg. The two middle fingers of each hand were missing, the knuckles paper-skinned. A presence studied … Continue Reading Getting used to it
Dollface
~In my mannequin dream, she walked with a limp and a clack. Lurched toward me with a doppler shift, as sure as a coaster’s chain drive. Her face- a calamine … Continue Reading Dollface
A white thing
2:43 a.m. and I get up to pee. There’s only the night light, knee height. I shuffle arthritic, steady the wall, when a white thing bumps my eye like a … Continue Reading A white thing
Melting Man
Melting Man has the night terrors Malignant faces Pointing fingers Nodding to each other with icicle noses long hands and obscene gestures ~Man of the Melt~ Cover yourself! Fold ye … Continue Reading Melting Man
I done something
It doesn’t look much like you see in the movies. Well, depending on how long you leave it sit, it changes colour and gets a little syrupy. Marge put in … Continue Reading I done something
Cadaverous
In the wrenching spell of nightmare, something cadaverous, phosphorescent on the forest floor. Bleached as if drowned and months missing. Current-carried, caught on some subterranean thing. Tell me it isn’t … Continue Reading Cadaverous
33: A mantis in Atlantis
Under the sea Under the sea Life is much better Down where it’s wetter, take it from me!* I was strapped to a stool facing a desk on a concrete … Continue Reading 33: A mantis in Atlantis
30: Nightmarish (a shot in the dark)…may offend.
With planned barbarism they came. Safety in numbers. Their eyes as dead as a Great White’s. Jittering on their hair triggers. Never questioning the barked orders of their commanders. My … Continue Reading 30: Nightmarish (a shot in the dark)…may offend.
Skeletal
all the days of a life in misery’s company its dark bird upon the shoulder visible to none but its host but not in mirrors. its hooks, in the trapezius, … Continue Reading Skeletal
Things unsettled
Have you felt it, dear one? The oddness, the forced smiles, the hurried looks. The swift shutting of doors at dusk in huddled houses. Poisonous seeds have been sown. Short … Continue Reading Things unsettled
27: Electric babyland (may offend)
I got lotsa babies in here she says to me. Her voice comes from the ceiling, but I can see her lips move. Yellow teeth. No irises. On the cracked linoleum … Continue Reading 27: Electric babyland (may offend)
26: Fluids ***GRAPHIC***
On the tilted table I lie. Sore arm injected with serum. Paralysis abides. In the dim, I see tools hanging, dangling, clanking in the vacuumed wind of a swiftly opened … Continue Reading 26: Fluids ***GRAPHIC***
If I should die before I wake
Shocked out of brooding dream and evil education. A match is struck, a flare of bright sound. It brings semiconsciousness, but illuminates naught but contrived shadows. They make weasel movements, … Continue Reading If I should die before I wake
Pie face
Don’t go out tonight, my little man. Oh no, don’t. Especial, not behind the broken barn by the woodpile under the crooked elm. I seen him there last night when … Continue Reading Pie face
twenty two: an atonement
pistol whipped cheekbone a bludgeon of eye a smash to the jaw (pops loose, hinged like the tin man) bloodied teeth lacerate swollen lips lolling then pinpoints of consciousness itch … Continue Reading twenty two: an atonement
Finders keepers ***graphic***
In this year of China’s moon, there ends a life too soon. On the cliff’s outcropping I stand, not yet daring the mile-down view. I wait for the scene seekers … Continue Reading Finders keepers ***graphic***
