Laura Chowanski |
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The September Selected Poet is Laura Chowanski Please feel free to email Laura at: xcentricchow@gmail.com |
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COMPANY There is a severed head under the sink. The knife is soaking in bleach. Nightmares are sung on Salvation Army vinyl. My stomach rumbles from the sweet aroma of warm chocolate chip cookies The plants all died last week. COME TO ME Dwell upon the fickle whims of lust or the gloriously agonizing longing that almost threatens your sanity. Poof Stroll along a dilapidated bridge thru macabre fog A charge in the air evokes a shiver an exhale and a flash of heat under the sparse light of an old gas lamp. Come to me The immediate desire is palpable, floating out of the fog with the courage of many men gently bestowing upon bare skin a soft caress. Come to me To run would set off a thrill that would outlast the hunt A single shot rips through the belly ending on an agonizing gasp, Feverish glazed eyes stumble through the fading delusion Poof Turn and walk away Torture, sweet torture, dangling in front of you TAKERS My heart bleeds through my chest cavity. Each pound of flesh, |
Laura Chowanski is considered to be Queen of the Macabre by many and the purveyor of all things dark and dreadful. She has been published by The Horror Zine and Dark Moon Digest. Laura enjoys old cemeteries and staring lovingly into the abyss. She resides in New Hampshire, for the time being, with her awesome son Zack and neurotic dog Toby.
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