becoming a ghost— a haunting specter inside hallways of your mind.
By Ashley Limaabout a year ago in Poets
I speak it, it happens. Speak good, I tell myself, loving prudence. Speaking false goodness, dishonesty happens.
By A. S. Lawrenceabout a year ago in Poets
sirens spinning spells songs that steal the hearts of men signaling their end
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
I open my eyes Unmoving, trapped, gripped by fright Ghosts creep in the dark
By Shelby R Perezabout a year ago in Poets
I screamed to open a channel of sound I can’t Hear You the figure mouthed through the mute air Then a joyous smile crossed them
By Mariah Huntabout a year ago in Poets
Just past the front door Ajar, a bloody footprint Drags itself along.
By Taylor Jené Fisherabout a year ago in Poets
Her fingers touch mine. They feel cold. Like the copper of her coffin lid.
By John R. Godwinabout a year ago in Poets
Hear, here, chilling truth: the darkest tales ever heard sprang from human minds.
By Gabriel Huizengaabout a year ago in Poets
paralyzed echoes ring through gray matter. here. not. trapped in the spectral
By Kristen Balyeatabout a year ago in Poets
where did you come from single red child's shoe, forlorn, among the corn husks
By Catsidheabout a year ago in Poets
Footsteps behind me Stop when my heartbeat goes still But no one is there
By Carolina Borgesabout a year ago in Poets
Something in the walls Knows the rhythm of my bones It taps back at night
