The Devils You Know

The stars hang low
fulfilling a prophecy
that asks me to change
The marble in these digested eyes
keep looking through eclipsed sunsets
leaving them bewildered and stuck
On this fretful journey to forget

The wolves in the night never find me
In haunted night
This home is haunted by ghosts without names
who suddenly die
My mother would say I was a flower
that grew without any light
I am a haunted house
Where I choke on the ashes
of shame and regret
Besieged and tortured by hideous devils
I am versed in pain

My eyes may never see
The way they once did again
You must glow to become
the light of a haunted night

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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