Glowing white eyes pierced me through the gloom. Sunken into the vague gray outline of a stag’s skull, the visage floated closer. Translucent fragments of ink-black cracks and crevasses spiraled out behind it to my unlit kitchen.
Month: August 2024
The Thorned Rings (a dream/cosmic horror poem)
As the vessel unfurled to a boundless womb, unspeakable darkness yawned out.
HE (dream/cosmic horror poem)
I hung my head to an unfamiliar grotesque limb the alien umbilical that joined us at the navel my stomach crawled chest lurched
HE〘 Immersive Cosmic Horror 〙
Something terrible this way comes.
Newborn, yet altogether dreadful. It will leave you changed, forevermore.
Holy / Hostile
It’s so holy, it’s so hostile. ~ To tell my dreams to you, To build all around you, To finally forgive you, To work it out with you, To lose all of you, To rip away from you. ~ It’s so holy, it’s so hostile.
