The Vanishing

Through closed eyes,
the merciless wind brings
the quivering branches that
love me not.

You blow into my hair
in deepest night where
shadows stand at my side;
They are present at this
burial.

The chill of the forest is
present that no mortal
eye can rely upon.

In this dying day, we cry
out in the world in search
of certainty. In a dreadfully
forsaken voice,

the piano plays in an
empty room.
Are you not afraid of
this cold star?

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 Site, 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/

Find more by Alexis Child in the Author Index.

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