Asunder

Mick Rose

My love looks wretched

and so forlorn;

Her lips are bruised

and her dress is torn.

We live in a holler

far south a town,

an’ them boys came callin’

when I wasn’t around.

She made it to the phone,

and I heard her screams

wailin’ in my head

like my worst dreams.

I shove all three

down the ol’ stone well,

And pray my baby

will return from hell.

Carrion Queen

Mick Rose

Don’t go down to the cypress swamp

where the trees grow tall and thin,

where the water’s rank

and the air is dank,

and monsters dwell within.

Don’t go down to the cypress swamp

I warned her again and again;

But she’d wander down there

to see that boy

time-n-time again.

Well, she come back smellin’

like that there swamp,

and I knew just where she’d been,

so I dumped her body 

in those dark waters,

and she’ll never leave there again.

Mick Rose wrote BP #84’s poems, “Asunder” and “Carrion Queen”. A hack musician and photographer, Mick wanders the United States in search of the perfect pizza. His fiction has kindly been published by Horror Sleaze Trash and Near to the Knuckle. And his haiku are graciously forthcoming at Better Than Starbucks in their August issue. Want to say “Hello?” Visit him on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/mick.rose.56808