Back to the Asylum
by Alexis Child
Swimming up from the bottom
of a black sleep,
Nightmare tumbles out
into still morning.
The Narcissist King
Remains on his throne.
Outside, the wind screams,
howling like a dog
Your big brown eyes
Chill grips my heart
With mortal ache.
My past hangs in the room
as a thick cloud.
Heavy shapes lean over me
like nurses attending to the infirm.
You were just the sort of drug
a woman would invent
A windowless corridor of pain
threatens to shut me in again.
Memories circle empty air,
sliding down my back
like a cold draft
as Summer ends.
A fog of echoes,
And I am caught.
We are astronauts
Asleep in the sea.
The home will weep
With ugly's frown
© 2021 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
Fields of the Nephilim Site, SinisterCity, and U.K.’s Dark of
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
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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