Gray Swirling fog Twists of smoke Clouds of spreading ink Encircling me Effortless black Stretches in flowing rings Transient shadow pulses And weightless friction Blend with the infinite Ashen fiction Open wounds throbbing Along the sides Of my naked limbs And weathered face Crimson drifts around Warm as an embrace Inescapable as fate Further to … Continue reading Gray (a poem)
violence
Two to three miles offshore (a poem)
Horizon swaying in the distance Warring infinites of gray and black Salt spray swirling in my lungs The floor keeps a layer of bilge As indiscriminate waves Chop away at our sides Our voices are subdued A reverence for our fortune Rivers of pale-yellow shards Arc up through the air From the way of the … Continue reading Two to three miles offshore (a poem)
Blood Like Rain (cosmic horror)
“Drip, drip, drip,” goes the rain Thinks he As a deep red smears his fingers Wiping a cheek and turning to the skies High above in the clouds Floats the crucifixions Of humans by the millions An ocean of flesh Indiscriminately strung up By the invisible Their eyes are torn to pink Seeing nothing below … Continue reading Blood Like Rain (cosmic horror)
Ha Ha Horse Fly Forest (a poem about casual racism)
They all laughed.
Red (a narrative horror epic)
Hooks to my teeth It pries open My mouth Chills rattle Down the base Of my skull To the marrow Of my sacrum
HE〘 Immersive Cosmic Horror 〙
Black Sun
The bright sun struck three The black sun struck twelve From there It was only screams From there It was only hell ~ They fled in droves They begged for mercy They all were massacred Bargained for time Betrayed their own A mad and twisted herd ~ Spoke not in words but tongues And nobody … Continue reading Black Sun
Us
Sick with despair Sick of this anger I can barely Stand the sight of you And your ungrateful face So I smack it Just hard enough For a little satisfaction But you merely recover And spit in my eye So I wipe it slowly Like a hunter Just enough motion That the prey Does not … Continue reading Us
Vessels of Veyrath – Part 2: Returning
With a thick finger, Svenne jabbed at the north of Freelandr. “Inquisitors been comin’ in all along the northeastern border with Rendt, mostly the foothills so far. Nobody knows where they are holin’ up, but it ain’t hard to tell where they’re goin’. Spearbury . . .” She traced her way south. “Grayridge, Suntusk—
Vessels of Veyrath – Part 1: New Dawn
(Cover by Radu Muresan)(Special thanks to: MK, GW, CN, Rob, Ritika, and last but certainly not least, my editor Rosemary) ~ Note from the author: This series is intended for mature audiences. It has themes that some may find disturbing or unsuitable for children. Exercise proper caution when sharing the story. Apart from that, I … Continue reading Vessels of Veyrath – Part 1: New Dawn
