|
IMMACULATE
CHASM OF A MOONLESS NIGHT
Stephanie
Smith
Sometimes I dream
I’m wide awake
in that immaculate
chasm
of a moonless
night
where secrets hide
behind a shrouded
sky,
where the
fountains of youth
have all but run
dry
Angels kiss the
crippled waters
where bastard
children drown
Oh what Stygian
nightmares they
must have
to be cradled
by this madness,
sung lullabies
by women who
could never have
kids of their own
I dream babies
born with fairy
wings
plot homicides
while
asleep in their
cribs –
Quiet and
unassuming
like an assassin
living next to you
Like the velvet
darkness of a moonless
night
Stephanie Smith is a poet
and writer from Scranton, Pennsylvania. Her work has appeared in such
publications as THE HORROR ZINE, CARNAGE HOUSE, APHELION, RAVEN CAGE, THE
LITERARY HATCHET, and ILLUMEN.
|
