Whisper of the Stars

The stars never tell secrets
Or words themselves would freeze
The inner world breaks down
And night never sleeps
Everything is bending in one direction
My eyes sharpen the sky
Until I can return to my own dark planet
With sacred words, gifts of ancient madness
But my face is moon-white frailly singing
To heaven in a spiritless room
I am waiting on an angel to take me home
I speak kindly to strangers
I don't wish to go alone
Orphaned and lost

I wear my painted face like a saint
With these bones out of place
I hold my hands up to heaven
And swallow black stars
Spitting on silence
Cautious not to confess all
On my blind journey
Daylight is stern and tearful
Without shadows to hide me away
I can only see the light with one stone eye
I call your name, star-bright and tongue-tied
My liquid mind is filled with peace
We glitter like dust on timeless shores of eternity
Celestial wings embrace us close
Your surreal lips guide me home

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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