Prayers from Dunwich by James H Duncan

Father, I’ve prayed
the noisome breathing
coming down the chimney
to stop, please stop,
I’ve prayed in your name
and mine

Night of the Living Dead by Ace Boggess

Image Ten, et al., 1968

I’ve always thought graveyards the best place to begin,
like the one my young aunt & I played in as children:

Matricide by Ceinwen E. Cariad Haydon

(CN / TW: child abuse, verbal abuse, strong language, violence)

Slag. Again.
Again. Tonight,
because I walked home
barefoot, shoes in my hands,

Song of the Silent Woods by Sheikha A.

A thousand fireflies flocked
to rest on the moon like a robe

The Dolorous Hour by Jude Cowan Montague

I woke up once. It was still night, I knew.
I was running lying down. Such a night head.