Dark Poetry

  • Blogtober,  Dark Poetry

    All Hallows’ Eve

    the night when the veil between worlds is most thin cinnamon leaves, candy apples sweet as sin— a knock on the door; you welcome it in. laughter and screams, festivities begin. porches glowing orange and howling in the wind. disembodied voices usher the eerie night in. now is the time for haunts to begin enter the night of ether and cinnamon.

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    The Greatest Show…

    Turn on the cameras. Do a good deed. Make sure to broadcast it for all the world to see. She’s such a good person. He’s simply the best. So generous and giving, they’re not like the rest. We’re so unworthy. They’re so genuine and loving. It’s okay if they feed their egos, as long as they feed the hungry. …even though they’re taking full advantage of someone else’s situation—having no reservations. We idolize exploitation and ignore the degradation. They gain adoration and followers by playing and preying on another’s sense of self preservation. Making a spectacle so they can be put on a pedestal, like baiting and demonstrating a trained…

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    witches

    they called them witches and let them burn. they said they were put under a spell. one by one, it became their turn. they left a story for us to tell. they cast their stones, let them be spurned, watched along as each one fell. nowadays we say we’ve learned, but we still buy the lies we sell.