Fog flooded the field  Graves lit up by the moon  A rumble came from deep below  A hand broke through its tomb    The ring on her finger rusted  Her wedding dress...

  Stepping and creaking,  Silently speaking  Darkness with a whisper,  Colder than the winter  I am the creepy that crawls    Writhing in blood  Hope stained like...

  The web spinners met on a cast iron gate  A doomed coupling of true romance  Raising the chalice to their lips  The black widows begin their ritual dance    Legs weighed...

  First: stillness.  Then something trembles in the dark.  A dripping, a flickering of eyes,  darkness breathing itself to life.  Fog writhes and weaves into a new form:  a...

I. Spring it has begun, with garden’s birth.  the trees gleam with brand new girth.  as proudly, and violently—  life brings on new perspectives.                      ...

It stains the bottom of my teeth small bits that paint the bone of my mouth. I am gazing at my reflection all I see is a half rotten mask of insecurity returning my gaze My skin feels like...