🥀nor amigone is a ghost👻

It looks like autumn. A leafy tree stands tall, surrounded by fallen detritus, a few leaves browning near the bottom. A branch at the top is encased in bag worms.

the worms rise
the leaves turn
and the ghosts
begin to breathe
again

the world has
terrible teeth

wait
to gain
a thicker callous
generations of mutations
to make you bitter
on the tongue
and chewed up dead

or find a file
pliers
rocks

and embrace
your homemade magic

anyone can be
the tooth fairy

to be human
and wake up
with no alarm
still tired
but unable
to sleep
feels
so
very
mortal

the heat is
a hammer
that pounds
and pounds

i am so
tired
and flat

just bone
dust
and
tanned hide

A grainy picture of a yellow lab dog looking at the camera. A hand is reaching into frame to scritch the dog's ear. The background is dark and distorted.

sometimes, in the dark, all i can hear is the creaking of my bones and the ghosts in my head. i reach to feel something outside of myself and find you. but what if this decay is contagious and i am patient zero. the one who rots the world.
but then you look at me and i think, 'maybe. but not today.'

13

and
ice cream
shoppes

what a good
little
rabbit

no
no
do it

a shelter
of wood and dirt
flowers and worms
love and memories
keep me safe
in a happy place

#afterthewake #notafuneral #whistpr #shelter #poetry

come
walk with me
through the cemetery

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stephen koharian -- the darkness

no one is illegal on stolen land

The trees know you. Do not disappoint them.

this is
the real horror
of creation

here is my blood
here are my brains
tell me
you love them
please

if you can't
will you tell me
you don't
think i'm
too far gone?

the harbingers
of the spring
to come

you have been
warned

A book cover. The book is called "Safe as Houses." There is a picture of a dental x-ray over a couch. One of the teeth looks like a skull. The tagline reads, "if you lived here, you'd be home by now." By Nor Amigone.

i re-emerged from my grave
to tell you
my first ever pre-order
is live
or maybe
it's undead

www.amazon.com/dp/B0F4LZXJZD

If you see this, post your haunted art

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The Night is a careless lover; her wives will destroy themselves if it means catching her attention.

Thirteen snippets of degeneration:

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no matter how often
or rarely
it happens

I am always
a little afraid
my acceptance letter
and contract
were somehow sent to me
accidentally

"Bury the Hatchet or Bury a Friend"
will be appearing in
"Bitter Become the Fields"
from Horns and Rattles Press

oh
hell o Beacon Street
I have read
your opening paragraphs
over
and over
because
they are
so
very
perfect

#midnightonbeaconstreet
#amreading #horrorlit

writing this year
was hard
but it felt good

like a cold shower
on a hot day

I did it
which is a lot

though I have little to show
a small award
that paid for my hellhound's adoption fee
and some praise

I will take these small victories
and plant them
like seeds
on what I thought
was my grave

a death in winter
is always expected
little deaths
of sleep and warmth
sheltered from the cold

soon
we will all rise again
creaking from our temporary graves
to prove

nothing ever truly ends

lure me in
with a wide open sky
hook me
on the barbed wire
marking the made up
boundaries
you built
to anchor yourself

you could
pull it up
and run free
in the wind
too

but
maybe
that kind of wild
is as frightening to you
as these walls are
to me

A woman's silhouette behind glass. It looks old and a little torn. Atop, it reads, "Bad Things Happen - Chapter 2 - A Cold Night." Below that is a sample from the chapter. "The man’s gaze makes my skin feel like pins and needles. Makes it feel too tight. Like at any moment, I won’t fit inside it anymore. I’ll have grown too big and my bones will burst through, sticking out of holes in my skin like Alice when she drank the potion in the white rabbit’s house." And then the url where it can be found. patreon.com/splatterhouse5.

old words
dusted and polished
maybe still a bit tarnished
but i liked them once
and i hope you like them now

"You catch more flies with honey."

oh, dear

i could catch flies
with rot

breed them
in decay

i dream of
jewel beetles
and luna moths

i will not settle
for flies

old ghosts haunt
when the veil is thin
where the walls have
broken
become doors

they want your house
to be
as it was before
because
they cannot change

but it's okay to
move
to patch the damage
to paint
to board up old rooms

today
will not end you

day of mercury
woe and rage
the storm is sometimes
the wind you need
to carry you through
the deceptively smooth seas
that hide the true
monsters

we all race
heels over head
toward the end

stop

breathe

rest

while you still can