Witness herein, an archive of our avatar’s submissions to the Twitterverse, a collection of sinister snippets that consist of no more than the preordained amount of characters.

These will be updated on a regular basis.

They were previously featured on the #horrorprompt Twitter page and we strongly encourage all aspiring or established writers of the macabre to frequent this page to acquire inspiration and peruse other writer’s works.

February 22, 2022

Waste not

These years we own

Deep below

Where carapace reigns

On dust choked bones

Eons lost

‘Neath ravaged tombs

Here within

Intertwined remains

And blackened wounds

Sour soil

Where we now dwell

Rusted brass

Ring true, eternal

Love’s ancient knell

January 8, 2022



Further where the sun is unknown

Within obsidian clasp

Our hearts dwell in Stygian splendor



Where shadows crawl

A carapace embrace

within abyssal shrouds

Stay here


Down further

In Tartaran triumph

To cherish our lives

Where starlight dies

November 10, 2021


the dregs

of primal dirt

on old hills that run

red beneath amber Nights


to run free

through sylvan shadows

that hold secrets

of wild realms clasped

in ancient Dusk


to our symphony

of crimson cries

bloodline bound

yet liberated

in this feral Dawn

November 3, 2021

Tell my story

As I snap sinew

Unveil my tale

As I heartily feast

Preach my Lore

As I rest well

My legend grows

Quivering bones

Marrow basted in sordid prose

Spread my scarlet gospel

A pen to flesh

Savored inscriptions

Tell my story

Before I grow hungry again

Tell my story

As sinew snaps

Unveil my tale

As I heartily feast

Preach my Lore

As I devour

My legend grows

Quivering bones

Marrow basted in sordid prose

Spread my scarlet gospel

Pen to flesh

Salted meat &

Savored inscriptions

Tell my story

Before I grow famished

September 11, 2021

Dissolution of the stars

An infinite abyss

Blind devotion

‘neath Wormwood reign

Reach farther

Through the shade

Feel my warmth

within the cold void

An ethereal embrace

in this enigmatic eclipse

As we hold fast

when starlight dies

August 12, 2021

To yearn



To desire the berry sweet taste

of flesh beneath teeth

Forbidden fruits

and pomegranate seeds

To savor the harvestman’s dance

Gossamer tread upon blood drenched silk

To want but not have

Desperate and gaunt with desire

Greedy for the ichoral essence

that flows from immortal veins

To partake in

That which is lost to the seasons

But hunger for

Deep within this abyss

June 20, 2021

A king of quiet chaos, a black reign of knowledge of the most obscene

I crave more

A vampire touch to slake the thirst for arcane insanity

Unfettered dark thoughts in your busy , corrupted mind

Surrender insight and let me bring you peace

No…a maelstrom of malevolence

Take it back

What are you and these…thoughts?

Chaos incarnate, a blighted soul I no longer wish to glimpse

Perhaps… I underestimated the depths of your depravity

June 18, 2021

Sit and wilt with me

Here within sanity’s shade
Hold my hand

Resist the decay
Ticking clocks

wasting within
rationale’s requiem

This land is no wonder
Blighted with rot

But with you
I can see

Curiouser marvels indeed

Eat with me
Drink with me

Maintain your mind

Stay here
In lucid twilight

As we paint
Wilted roses red

I think we’re insane
Really we are
But I’ll tell you a secret
the best people are 

June 16, 2021

Jagged text

Ink stained tome

ran fresh from the veins of those who would imbibe scripture spoken by blackened tongues

It rests on a sylvan altar

‘Neath tenebrous sky

Eager for trembling hands

To grip oilskin and desiccated parchment

Read our words

Imbibe the script

Drink the elixir of old hills

and dryadic sentinels

Run free

‘Neath tenebrous sky

As the clouds part

to usher in our new dawn

in primal light

June 8, 2021

A Toast

Cheers to those who don their shrouds

A hunters cry screamed loud and proud

Cast them off, embrace the blight

Corroded shade to extinguish light

Cheers to those who raze the stars

And celebrate with battle scars

Ruby red and Crypt-rot grey

A hunters moon, celestial prey

So raise your glass, O kith and kin

as we unleash the beast within

Goblets filled and over poured

Bleed the gods, ambrosial gore

A toast to those, forsaken, accused

Drink deep and slake eternal thirst

May 28, 2021

Bury me deep

where worms fears to tread
Splintered wood of Sylvan dread

Gaia’s embrace among old bones                  ancient dirt and frost cold stones

Deep enough to quell my lust.                 Congealed blood in gravestone dust

A spectral shroud to entwine my grasp.        Rotted threads to hold one last gasp

Charon coins to mask my gaze.                          Lest forgotten soul I raze

Rusted chains ensnared motionless heart.       Your touch is the key

Reborn in red.
Bones renewed.
Torn shroud
Worthless coins

As sowed shall be reaped
Because you did not bury me deep

May 25, 2021

Footsteps upon old cobblestone, flaked with grime from atrocities past

Lantern lit and razors wit

Beneath church bells and ancient unseeing eyes

Yet They see all and whisper in dust choked halls of dark cloaks and shadows made flesh

surname Abberline

Who plies his trade in wisps of scarlet and sparkling silver

A legacy lost to twists of posterity and spirals of rot

A surgeons blade

Enshrouded in mists of time

Of History Frayed

May 17, 2021

One errant step

upon cracked marble

Old moss ensnares

Life upon death

a totem of remembrance

Cosmic cascade

Elsewhere across the ages

a shade shivers to unknown frost

Obscure cold upon bone

One heart reflected from the

overgrown stones

One errant step

An impact felt through shades of time

Death’s footfall as it navigates the

labyrinth of life

Seeking the shuddersome soul

A gentle embrace to return

a vigorous flame to the cold embers

One errant step, one fleeting grasp

May 3, 2021

Absconditus Sanguine

That which we hold in blackened veins

Shall be revealed with a helping hand coated in amber shards

A harvest glow upon ancient soil

She that slumbers awakened anew

to pierce the blight

and yield our bounty

The hidden blood revealed here beneath

Her primal gaze

She smiles with silver lips

An old heart full of life born from loss

She thanks you

She reveals her gift

We feast in Her honor

and Thank You

Bleed for the hidden,

Our Lady awakened

An occult no longer lost

now found

in the silver lips and amber hearts

May 2, 2021 

Frost encased

Cocytus reign

Here in the depths we feel no pain

The cold eternal

‘tween gnawing teeth

Silver blades forever unsheathed

Let me guide your path

To the Ninth Abyss

Through the foul, malignant mist

A beautiful betrayal

Frozen flames

Et tu brutè; Iscariot bane

analgesic ice

and splintered hearts

forever numb in endless dark

February 28, 2021

Starlit mist casts a tragic pall on a lonely path

She sits at the crossroad, letting old earth sift through ancient  hands

Here she waits beyond the veil for a desperate heart to call her forth

Breaching the void in sinister starburst light to caress a trembling soul,

a pact now sealed in ritual red

February 17, 2021

Twilight grin
Gleaming teeth
Amidst the heavens
Hell unleashed

Wormwood calls
Upon this hour
Bleeding skies
fall to ancient power

Cosmic demise
‘Neath moonlight fall
Murder the day
in midnight’s pall

February 9, 2021

White roses
Clasped in pink shards
Winters blighted blush

Pale life amidst the primal cold
Essence absent of flesh
To eclipse the white and corrupt the pure

Antheian fire fresh from the veins of those who paint white roses
blood red

February 5, 2021 

Sifting through yellowed pages brittle with age, always stained with the memories of a rotten past

Old ink inscribed with untold acts of lust & avaricious atrocities

Pen to paper, blade to flesh to carve our next sordid chapter on the index of agony

January 26, 2021

Age old mists on melancholy moors
Breathe deep and embrace a celestial wanderlust in the wilds reckoning
Here in the hills, we celebrate shrouded memories under arcane light
Follow our path and feel free to stray
Lost now found here and always

January 20, 2021 

One glass deserves another
Drawn forth from ragged flesh

Metal curves poured over sugared promises of glorious, cosmic pain

Wormwood speaks from far above malignant stars to coat a death in moon silver and absinthe green here amongst the primal haze

January 16,2021

A bloodcurdling cry
Echo off of emerald mist
Here in the old world, beneath wisp coated ruins
A dance of gossamer and mischief

Moss and rust
Ancient ruination
The sirens call on old stone

Unyielding now & always

January 12, 2021

A parting of flesh, a pale door opened to the still red within

Quiet form on cold steel yet something stirs in flickering light

A sallow soul gazes at the shell, watching the art develop

The Embalmer earns a wizened smile, the sallow one now dignified in death

January 11, 2021

Within these ivory pillars
a red dream slumbers

Force upon ossified shards
a symphony of exsanguination

Deep into the marrow
Far within the coagulated corruption and the restful red

we sit amidst shattered dreams and sup on souls long gone

January 5, 2021

Vision blurred
Life obscured

Reaching desperate hands through the void

What’s this – a curtain, a shroud

Claw and scrape, press through the shade

The veil is too strong

Languish in this #afterlife

oblivinistic waste

Until the light pierces the black

January 1, 2021

Reaching past shattered bone, it plunges further into the red and retrieves that which once brought life

Now the ripest fruit, fresh for harvest to slake a thirst most primal

Pressed onto virgin snow, a frozen blush onto ancient Earth


December 19, 2020

The hunger cascaded down, a powerful spell & blighted waterfall of want

It had drained every last villager of life & yet it yearned for more

It plucked at its mottled skin with sallow claws & felt the appealing plump was of its own flesh

Waste not, want not

November 25, 2020

Pristine teeth gnashing against a saw blade caked in rust and other dried red flakes

He always took good care of his teeth; it made it easier to gnaw through bone

But sometimes a morsel proved to be too inviting. He’d risk it all for that tangy taste

Waste not, rot not

October 12, 2020

I knock three times whenever I pass the closet door

Don’t laugh, it’s a ritual 

I have to do it 

If I forget, the man who lives in there reminds me 

I knock three times, once for each finger he’s taken 

I don’t laugh. He might take my tongue if I do..

October 7, 2020

In a lonely field, on a warm summer night, the #carnival appears 

Candy colored canvas and fetid rust mingle with red rimmed grins of grease & gore 

Step right up and witness Hell’s revue, a world of mirth and malice where admission costs but a wayward soul

October 1, 2020

Through paper mesh and vinyl mold They guise this night to hide visage untold 

Imps stalk the streets mischief be their game                                                    Hiding from spectres too legion to name 

Take heed dear one, wear your mask quite tight                                              Lest you succumb to the Harvest Blight

September 27, 2020

I’d like to remind you that the faerie folk are not kind nor forgiving 

Through seams unfurled & veils pierced they want but little

A token perchance? But woe those who daren’t slake their hunger; fear the wee beasties when vengeance comes in gossamer gore

September 15, 2020

Pierce the flesh 

Embrace the blush

as we journey to worlds untold 

Frontiers so vast and tantalizing , torn asunder yet never satiated 

Heaven sent and Hellward bound 

Unlocked in red streaked gold

Arcane labyrinths hide wonders still

Stay and see what sights unfold 

August 26, 2020

I clutch my love ‘s beating heart in blackened grasp & she does the same

Blessed grin in rot; she looks more lovely than ever We consume each others essence and the undead thrall rejoices 

Here in decay desecration we revel for what better day for a dead wedding

August 20, 2020

The #commute is long and arduous down the dark and narrow but Im not afraid My sins follow at my heels like slavering hounds; they dont know what they’d do if they caught me 

I press onwards for I know what hell lies on this road; Pain entrenched yet ever sweet, savored 

July 25, 2020

Some say Hell is hot but I know the truth; I feel the cold as it solidifies my veins 

Here in the dark, there is #noexit but it’s…peaceful

The dark and cold calms me here in this infernal eternity 

There is no way out but then why would I ever want to leave?

June 28, 2020

Wormwood burns among the void echoing ruin to the all who stand in its terrible, glorious light 

Here in the waste we want for naught for what could slake the thirst of the damned?

Drink from the trough of truth and see those blighted by starlight here in days to come 

June 21, 2020

Crackling flames, olde magick set to keep the shadows at bay 

Huddle deep, weary one, before the hearth and fear that which stalks the dark and wild.

This blackened sanctuary, will quell the depths but only if you remain here in the light 


Do you wonder what lies beyond?

May 13, 2020

Singed bones frozen screams of untold tragedies born from grim pages whispered on blackened tongues 

The village lie in charred timbers but from death comes life: one embryonic glistening hand clutching forth from the ruin, eager for the next slaughter

May 2, 2020

I grasp the peat soaked moor and bathe in baleful moonlight

They huddle nearby, I smell the sweat and fear and pitiful offerings.

A what’s this? New prey from another world. This is my kingdom to ravage as they soon will see…hail the blue moon

April 24, 2020

I used the icepick but it did nothing to quell my torture

I can’t hear; I FEEL it

That horrible keening wail, wave after wave of blighted sound echoing on red stained emeralds, misty moors

They say her cry brings death but if I can’t hear… maybe I’ll be safe

April 13, 2020

I strike out on the crooked and narrow path leading to locales unknown and untold 

The unpaved edges bleed into a dusky void: I know what waits beyond the threshold 

I can hear them. Sometimes they’ll reach out for me and I must step lively.

Its a long road ahead.

March 31, 2020

Too late 

He should have arrived sooner …. if only…

he could have helped them.. 

If only..


He arrived at the site and saw the broken, torn flesh

Saw the others satisfied with full bellies 

Nothing but scraps left.. if only he’d gotten there sooner 

February 23, 2020

This is where the fallacy of flesh becomes truth 

Here in the old earth beneath crawling desperate hands the carapace reigns 

Cold unyielding Sifting sour soil w/ splintered limbs and reaching higher to claim that which is clutched by soft skin

So easily ripped…

February 14, 2020

An Empire of desiccation and glorious rot rests just beneath the sour soil 

Metal spades and mounted lights illuminate the world below

Broken ground gives way as

Those beneath taste the sweet air and crawl forth to sup on salted red 

As below, so above forevermore 

February 7, 2020 –

Hector Barlow crossed the threshold as so many had before him and would do so after. Here, in this decrepit circle, nothing grew nor lived. A patch of sour soil, unfit for all but the most arcane. He cast a wary, worn gaze back to the forest. They were coming, all amber lights and floating lanterns carried on a wind that existed elsewhere from a world forgotten. They surrounded him in the circle; he felt their heat and embraced their light. There, Barlow knelt and awaited the wisps to do what they existed to do. And in a flash of acrid light, he disappeared beyond where living souls tread, to a world where the light encompasses all but none, simultaneously on the threshold of time.

November 17, 2019-

Through candlelit lace and rust flecked walls, I’ll follow you through these shattered halls 

Breathe deep, my dear, this tired air and embrace the shade as we lay bare This house, this keep is ours untold, as we embrace and succumb to the cold 

Breathe deep…

November 16, 2019-

My teeth are twisted and brittle with use but I it doesn’t bother me

Mother always said I had a lovely smile and I make sure it’s the last thing they see before I indulge. 

They say it hurts but how can it?  

They die seeing how happy they’ve made me…

October 30, 2019-

Pierce the veil 

Split the seam 

Relinquish the night to the harvest bane 

This night is theirs, coated in amber arcane 

Guise the night

Embrace the fright 

and revel in mischievous blight 

Hell’s ember lights the dead and bereaved 

On this the night of Hallow’s Eve 

June 15, 2019-

He asked if he could be hers but she did not answer

Rather she lead him tenderly into the chamber

There, after a passionate night she slit his throat with red tinted nails and began to feed.

The last word he heard was the answer he longed to hear:


May 27, 2019 – Great things come in small packages. A universal truth ran rotten by way of tiny eggs implanted deep within.

They bring forth new life which is a great thing indeed save for those who suffer to malignant parasites borne beyond the stars, silent in infinite black

May 1, 2019-

They’re not supposed to fold that way, are they?

Well, sometimes you just have to really *grunt* force them *strain* IN THERE


*phew* done.

What do you think?
Good thing he was a contortionist

A little bulgy but
If anyone asks that’s 100% not a body in that briefcase.

April 21, 2019 –

Breaking news: Disney covertly buys out ALL horror IP licenses and plans to Plus their attractions for their Halloween Party

Look for “We All Float Down the Rivers of America” “The Toontown Jigsaw Massacre “No one can hear you scream in Space Mountain” & “Pirates of Crystal Lake”

April 11, 2019- I once knew laughter, amiable chatter & mirth The walls are thick and padded where I am now. I hear no sound yet I must scream a silence that petrifies and lingers only on vestiges of what I once knew They wont let me out but… Its peaceful…maybe its not so bad

March 17, 2019 – She sits back, satiated sigh, caked in the remnants of a hearty feast. Yet still hunger stirs. Maybe just one more nibble. Indulgence why not? She reaches into the hunter’s stomach and frowns in disappointment.

Dammit. Empty.

Must have been hungrier than she thought

February 23, 2019 – An epic discovery in dust choked tombs; the people were amazed Old remains clad in white veil, rotting black suits Desiccated flowers and molded pastry An odd mating ritual? So primitive. Didn’t they know post-mating mortality is much more efficient?

January 26, 2019– If the Abyss gazes back why would one steel away from that glance of forbidden knowledge? See what clings to the shade with carapace legs and flits between the razor edges of worlds unknown. To not know is sorrow. Those cursed with such horrible sanity; I pity you

January 8, 2019– I had it all figured out. I glimpsed what some might call unknown, others would say they knew all along (lies). I…experimented a bit. Imbibed. The blood nourished and gave sight. I knew what to expect But not this…this Fear I feel…this is New… I like it.

December 24, 2018 – Silent night, star-less night All is calm amongst winter’s blight Upon yon virgin snow desecrate Red upon white to unveil thy fate Sleep in frozen peace So that we might enjoy our Christmas feast

December 11, 2018– A Horned one, Old and wire thin, opens his sack to see what lies within. Children naughty one and all but none have fallen to his thrall.

He asks them why they do not fear, Overexposure to his myth causes them hiss and jeer. He shrugs, plucks out their eyes one by one. “How about now?” he asks. “Krampusnacht has only just begun!”

October 25, 2018– I feel it burning inside; savage, ravage and scourge But I dont fear it because I embrace the blight, its good to me It grants me sights unseen and dreams untold of worlds beyond our own and eldritch truths unknown It burns but I embrace the fever and the truth

September 30, 2018– Stevenson knew: the clawings at his synapses were of a different ilk, one of duality and yet all the same. An Alter Ego that evoked that which he found most abhorrent & thus put pen to paper to transcribe those thoughts that disturbed (and yes, delighted) him most

September 9, 2018– She gathers the light, ribbons of flowing streams and lets them curl through dancing, luminous hands. In the black, in this space, she weaves with intricacy thoughts that are not pure; they cast undiluted dark into the cold void where light goes to waste

August 17, 2018– Scalding stars and choking the cosmos, a rogue comet churns the ancient night. Too foul to be named yet shades of WormWood echo as the celestial body spreads twilight blight. Far below, terrestrial stricken as stardust coats in cosmic death.

July 25, 2018– Burned and cursed through an act of remorse, lest one seek solace in the great wyrm’s corpse. Slice it open, crawl inside the rot, amidst the waste you’ll find your cot. For the great beast only sook to feast now here dwell within and confront your beast

July 9, 2018

They grow up so fast, But sometimes they just need a little push, a little enrichment

That’s why we mangle the bodies so thoroughly. A little puzzle for him to solve.

Look! He’s putting the eye right back in the skull!


Now boy, where does the heart go?

Yes. Perfect

*sniff* I’m so proud

June 20, 2018

Pickled proper, salted, not too much knowledge to clutter the choicest cut

But perhaps one borne witness to things eldritch and unknown might baste the mind in tastes complex and exotic


Let me show you something

June 13, 2018– We warned him, man. I swear we did. He knew the consequences. If you betray our family, tell them about our recipe.. Well, he had to hose out juniors cage after the last informant got caught. He knew. He knew Junior has a sweet tooth. Stool pigeon pie is his fave.

June 5, 2018– sharp intake of shortened breath. Then comes ear piercing exhalation to curdle the blood.

Too loud.. Distracting from the task at hand..

Less so with slit throats. No reverberation to conjure the noise.

Ah. Much better. Peaceful.

May 28, 2018– Bones work best when boiled, stewed in juices of lives long lost to darker appetites. Lift that lid and breathe in deep. Can you sense it? The pain, the fear? Miasmatic essence to baste and broth. Now come close and I’ll give you a taste of sweeter meats still..

May 7, 2018– everywhere I look the hatred and anger runs deep. We live in a waste of toxicity and emotional blighted fire. This cylinder feels true; it’s contents a special strain cooked up specifically. i’ll open it and show how toxic things are: its about to get very literal.

April 13, 2018– The first 12 kisses were want for nothing, save a sliver of his soul; there in the darkness of his room. She arrived every night at 3am, bathed in moonlight. On the 13th night, she took him with her and there he dwells in a barren, cold hell under succubi light.

March 27, 2018– Greasy smoke belches from the slaughterhouse into a jaundice sky as The Butchers return for another prosperous day. Pulverize the meat slice and salt. The Ravenous Ones below demand satiation. Any meat will do but one certain kind tastes best and so they do their duty

March 16, 2018– Nobody noticed when she hid enshrouded. When she chose the one that interested her the most. When she clung steadfast to him, a razor’s embrace. When she began to feed. And still, nobody noticed as the withered husk fell and she withdrew to the shade, never satiated

February 25, 2018– The king sits upon his obsidian throne and watches the fell horde with complacency. Those damned souls below who fall to ancient flesh and vile claws beg for mercy. Yet he remains stoic, still. He simply watches as the river runs red and then finally, he smiles.

February 15, 2018– bound, blind, ensnared. No food, light. Driven mad w rage, hunger desperation She is released, still blind She tears into her meat hears it scream and squeal beneath her cracked nails Had she eyes she’d recognize her meal, eyes she had seen in a life long forgotten.

January 28, 2018– Tiny remains packed away nice and neat. Coffin hinges neglected sound the approach of homunculic remains. They gather as one hive mind dedicated to the cause Tiny coffins smashed beneath the footfall of the community one mass of bones hell bent to slake their thirst.

January 20,2018 – sifting through lasts nights meal, I found a pinky bone and a molar. I TOLD him no more humans, apparently he doesn’t know the meaning of low profile. Oh, The trap springs outside…I prep my digestive enzymes, stretch my amorphous tendril. We’ll discuss this later..

January 10, 2018– in red dust ancient entities slumber no longer, unearthed. Fragments of a different society.They were simple, brutish beasts. Pity they were not more sporting when our kings obliterated them. An easy conquest, these feeble beings. Homo sapiens, extinct and obsolete

January 1, 2018– when veins turn black, it is too late for recourse. Channels of life giving essence corrupted into something.. Foul and fetid. Nobody knew of this hidden virus until they succumbed. And when the rivulets of rot course from your body, you’ll have never seen it coming

November 29,2017– it’s important to practice proper food preservation techniques, lest the parcel rot. Don t take a cue from Poe, seal your flesh inside a freezer…A walled off hole is a poor cask to accurately stave the rot. Your victim will spoil and then, what’s the point?

September 27, 2017– With jaundiced flesh and greasy fangs, he bares his yellow grin. Sallow fat mingles with red and grey as he digs further in.

August 8, 2017 – In countless rows of blighted crops the harvest has ended, blood has dried. A solitary straw sentinel protects the rotted past.

July 25,2017– Meat we grind & bones we break to quell a hunger never slaked. Though the hunger pangs feel we will not interrupt your meal.

July 11, 2017– We starve for flesh, we crave your skin but such tiny morsels will not suffice. If you truly loved us, you’d slough off more..

June 22, 2017– Brackish mire dripping down the walls of the old shack, where magick born totems are razed in a hearth, Oil-black

June 2, 2017– 4 riders clad in foretold fury but one strikes fast and true. Rampant Pestilence reigns oer the land, blighted eternity

May 25, 2017– What a wicked net of film we weave to ensnare those who would not believe. We feel you shake and now our thirst we must slake.

May 19, 2017

Mankind falls, this world is dread of a regal predator; birth in red. 

New flesh risen to seek warmth; internal organs the safest hearth

Engineered for glory and perfection, so succumbs this infection

Amongst the stars the screams fall silent..

May 8,2017 – A growing darkness spreads, obsidian wings enshrouds all stars. The Night drops upon me and I drink deep from the well of black.

April 29, 2017 – Partially digested remains from a night spent under Hunters Moon. A night I cant forget for flesh under my nails won’t let me.

April 23, 2017 – Down the moonlit trail we run, hand in claw forever as one. Here in the silver we are safe to sup the red of forgotten waifs.

April 19, 2017 – Eyes shut tight and warm breath on ear hushed whispers. A secret to tell in tongue arcane softly spoken “I’ve always been here.”

April 13, 2017 – Glimmering shards of glass, embedded in my skin. Glossy, iridescent. I wonder what they’ll look like sunken further in..

April 9, 2017 – Grease paint slathered to bring joy. Yet the masses flee prompting carnage with a wide red smile. Joy comes in many flavors..

April 4, 2017– Knuckles and knees scoured rough and raw from a life lived feral, a life well lived with jaw of red, civility dead.

April 2, 2017 – The shade is closing in, suffocation and shadows. But I accept and drop my flame, inviting the creeping black into my life.

March 23, 2017 – Deeply frozen quells relentless hunger, cold dead embrace and soot black maw gnash once more with spring’s warm thaw.

March 18, 2017 – In drunken stupor he unveils a masterwork of flesh and fruit. Vine enwrapped and blossom red, tribute to the Wine God of Old