Happy Horror Haikuesday! Artwork by me, poem by Patrick Rahall. 🙂
Blood covers my clothes.
My hands are sticky with gore.
I woke up like this.
Awesome awesome comments these last couple weeks, so I made art for 1 reader submission and wanted to share with you the others as well:
The nun had her back turned towards me, she was wearing a black habit covered with a veil that flowed freely on the floor. I tapped her shoulder to call her attention, she turned around, then I realized, there was no head under her veil.
– Pancake Bunnykins
Beauty of the sea
lifts my soul and sets it free
’cause it’s drowning me
As I say goodnight to my son he is calmer not afraid of the monster under his bed, as I leave he says, the boy in the closet won’t play with me, OK I’ll check the closet I say. I open the closet door, there’s my son cowering he looks at me and says, Daddy there’s a monster IN my bed and I have just turned my back to it! – Bill Hamell
“There’s a monster in my closet.”
I look in to humor her. It creeps across the room and clasps me on the shoulder.
“Sorry, daddy. It made me lie.”
- – Edward @tweetsthecreeps
Leave me a comment with a two sentence story or horror poem and I’ll pick one to create artwork for next week. 🙂