Welcome my wonderful horror fiends and happy horror haikuesday! Today we have a delightful assortment of devilish word-smithing to peruse. So let’s hop on in.
First up, is a poem from our Horror Made resident poet, Patrick Rahall:
I scratch, desperate.
My fingers bleed, my nails break.
My coffin is dark.
And out of the numerous, delightful and fantastic #horrorhaikuesday submissions here are this week’s two illustrations.
The first is from Michelle Parker:
He opened the book,
Horror spilled forth from darkness,
There were tentacles.
— Michelle Parker (@TransmogriFi) January 25, 2016
Although this first one isn’t quite a haiku ( missing a few syllables in the second and third lines) but I still really like it as a micro poem.
— Andy Van Scoyoc (@BewitchedApostl) January 26, 2016
Left by the dead
In sorrow for the living
— Nano Horror (@tweetsthecreeps) January 26, 2016