by Alexis Child
The room hisses at me
In a room full of stars
Intoxicated with sweet madness
The bells will not die down for me
Nightfall is long
I will sing to you of this triple-headed
skull that scatters death to the four corners
We will have our supper and play in the fields
Until there is moonlight on roses
In an innocent wasteland
There we will know our mother's love
And tomorrow know no creeping, joyless hours
The oracle foretells a song of deepest dying
Let me swim to your depths
© 2019 Alexis Child. All rites reserved until the worms crawl in…
Alexis Child hails from Toronto, where horror in its purest form
is a calculated crime against both the aspirations of the soul and
affections of the heart. She worked at a Call Crisis Centre,
befriending demons of the mind that roam freely amongst her writings,
once lived with a Calico-cat child sleuthing all that went bump in the
night, and is haunted by the memory of her cat.
Her fiction has been
featured in Schlock Magazine, The Official Fields of the Nephilim
SinisterCity, and U.K.’s Dark of Night Magazine.
Her poetry has been featured in numerous online and print
publications, including Aphelion, Black Petals, Blood Moon Rising
Magazine, The Horror Zine and elsewhere.
Her first collection of poetry, Devil
in the Clock, a dark and sinister slice of macabre horror,
gothic, surreal &
supernatural poetry is now available on Amazon.
Visit her website: http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/alexischild/
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