Submissions by scarletegret (Sasha Fenn)

A fallen angel
and a fallen sky
a shard of glass
in a broken eye
a stream of blood
down a hill of bones
makes the giants laugh
while the children cry

If I surround myself
in a swamp of pain
no one will hear me scream
it's hard to hear
what you disdain
when you suffocate
in a sea of fear

A crack of dawn
spills out the tar
from the newnight sky
and it's unhealed scar
as it's torn in two
by hands of blue
tight and fast in the grip of
Exsanguination

If you wish to...

A child, once, upon seeing a towering monster striding hungrily in her general direction, scurried to a nearby adult and exclaimed “Look! Look! A terrible, terrible goomslavoo is coming to devour us! We must run away!” The adult, in answer, smiled and fondly patted the child on the head, saying “Oh come now, don't be ridiculous! There are no such things as goomslavoos.”

Now the goomslavoo, by this time, was quite near, and so the child turned and ran away screaming, while the adult shook his head at the child's foolishness. The goomslavoo then slowly proceeded to dismember the...

At my God's decree
I wound my chain
round wilted hearts
and shifting rain
over graves of ghosts
and bleeding pain
at the loss of treasures
I couldn't claim

At my Father's bid
I traveled my sea
all splinters caught
in the husks of glee
all sparkling in
the brilliant flow
of moldy sap
from a rotting tree

And the Howling Dogs
bid me to say
that I had come
from fields of gray
and that I leave
to make my way
into the same
or so they pray

At the bid of forces ...

We wore our masks of joy, our merry band,
and bragged to all our neighbors of our plan,
to dance through the nearest and farthest lands,
and sing olive branches into their hands.

They warned us we should stay and help them fight,
the demons that came calling in the night,
for though we may inspire dim delight,
our escapism would not cull the fright.

But fighting never could trade war for peace,
and singing never could trade fear for love,
and if all of our choices were deceased,
then why trade our white rabbits for faux doves?...