by Alexis Child
The devil has gone and leaves me at
the bottom of the sea
I prepare for the coming of ghosts
I have two people within
This could be extraordinarily dangerous
The world falls away
My bones are the skeletal remains of a
The dead have risen from the grave
The past keeps coming alive
Everyone holds their breath and trembles
The last hour has come
I crawl back into bed where I baptize myself
The heart holds a prayer
The ghost of you
© 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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