by Alexis Child
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
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
the piano plays in an
Are you not afraid of
this cold star?
© 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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