Dark Poetry |
“The Other Brother” By Stephanie Smith A headless corpse lies on the floor A heedless child cries for his mother to chase the dreams away He hides in the corner sucking blood off his thumb as magical spells seep from her tattered robe The air screams of sulfur and sin as the corpse spits out her other son— her precious son— whose soul has been lodged in a nightmare Shit sticks to his hair His mouth oozes ichorous stories to tell He smells like a century of darkness and plague and memory as he smiles and points a slimy finger at his twin brother who, without a single stutter, recites an incantation that sends him straight to Hell |
“The Persistence of Flesh” By Stephanie Smith I was a cannibal persisting on the meat of existence that hid behind bones of the dead Rotting strings of sinew streamed down the riverbed leading to where we all go to in the end I could have played the martyr and given myself up to the worms, unzipped this skin, exposed the truth But the womb was cold from where I came and the flesh had kept my insides warm |
“She” By Stephanie Smith She is the smoke behind the mirror The fate of us all The empty pages in our never-ending story She is the sediment beneath our feet The hollow sound of heartbeats and life’s last gasp of breath She is the name dripping from sinners’ lips before execution She is the devil in the flesh She is the tale told around campfires The ghost who haunts the night She is the sweet echo of our demise The eviscerated victim of circumstance She is the angel who leads us not into temptation but delivers us into the cold consoling arms of darkness each time we close our eyes |
Poetry by Stephanie Smith |
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