This first poem was written by Patrick Rahall, artwork was created by me.

Faceless

He saw it, went mad.

Nothing on earth prepared him

For the Face of Death.

 The next horror haiku was submitted by @tweetsthecreeps onTwitter

#HorrorHaikuesday @horror_made @pulphaiku @PatrickRahall

Last leaves fall away,

Reveal long, bony fingers

Reaching for my throat

— Nano Horror (@tweetsthecreeps) November 10, 2015

A personal note:

Real life is getting to be a scarier and scarier place everyday, and part of me would love to ignore the true horrors taking place in the world around us and focus entirely on the false, and controllable ones we create in fiction.

But that wouldn’t be honest.

What happened in Paris this past weekend, and has been happening around the world on an almost daily basis has been weighing on me. I think that’s why I find such joy in the horror medium in general, and a big part of why I try to bring some fun and levity to how I approach it.

Reality hurts. But fiction gives us a place where we can be in control of evil.

Today’s horror poetry has a deeper shade to it, I don’t know if my visual venting will help you at all, but if you need someone to talk to or share with, I want you to know I’m here for all of you. In whatever way I can be.