More and more awesomeness from everyone last week. I can’t wait to share what everyone’s been creating. 🙂
Our first entry into the world of
is from the Horror Made resident poet, Patrick Rahall:
I wake with chills.
My Mother tries to calm me;
“You’re dead. Just like me.”
From the land of Twitter here is one from @:
Bark is but a mask
Disguising soft flesh beneath.
Stripped, the tree will bleed.
— Haiku of Horror (@haikuofhorror) February 16, 2016
Here’s one from @ with artwork from me:
down, down swallowed by cold depths
— A. F. Stewart (@scribe77) February 16, 2016
Next up is one from the talented @:
Souls wander black hills
where the children’s youth never
fades. They weep and beg.
— David Bradley Bailey (@Dbfuturist42) February 16, 2016
And last but not least, here’s one from @ with artwork from me:
She lingers behind
Waiting for your glance. Her cold
— Ben Walker (@BensNotWriting) February 16, 2016
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Thank you all for your fantastic words and images 🙂
To the artists here’s a haiku you can use for inspiration:
Howling winds mock me
As lighting flashes and brings
My love back to life.