POETRY BY BRITTANY LANGDON

Brittany Langdon is currently a researcher at the University of Sedona and is studying dimensions, the afterlife, evolution, human consciousness, and time travel. She has a background of Business Administration. She sells art and toys online and writes poetry and oracle decks in her spare time.

She has been published in The Horror Zine and she continues to explore the intersection of dark, introspective themes and poetic expression. Through her work, Brittany aims to inspire and challenge perspectives, always seeking to push boundaries of creativity and thought. Neil Strauss is her favorite author and psychotherapist. She currently resides in Michigan with her two children.

TOXIC LOVE

I enjoy the emptiness,
The void,
The abyss,
The black hole in the bottom of my heart.
The broken base of a toxic love.
The certainty of never knowing, always leaving no clue.
The heartbeat of emotionless, like a sociopath.
A surrender to the sound of your voice, I flinch,
The consequence of control,
A love never worth it, never was, never will be.

LOBSTERS

They let the lobsters loose.
Can’t say they ever found a home.
Their poor little claws were still wrapped with rubber bands when they made their way into the grass.
I imagine myself as a tiny little person and what those lobsters might do to me if given the chance.
My fate was a volatile one, but of course only inside my head.
They might not ever like the taste of human.
Of course in the real world we’re the ones who eat the lobsters, so why did they let them all go?

DEVOTION TO DEATH

You killed me.
It’s devastating.
Something worse than pain.
An unwritten fairytale, a good girl destroyed by a murderous dragon.
I fell in love with the hell in your eyes, developing a devotion to death.
I fell in love with the way your cancer swallowed me, as I lay defeated by madness.
I fell in love with the way darkness wrapped around my throat, leaving it’s twisted marks, and the darkness wrapped around my eyes, all I see is your love.

BLACK WIDOW

Laced-links of cupid’s bones and his bows and his love like that of a fairytale, with a black widow, and her red lipstick, and her heart-shaped imprints.

She spins disaster, so hollow, so heartless. A twister spun from a devil’s web. Its teeth full of lies, and tragedies. Her silk made of vanity and silver rain, nothing more than a mere fantasy.

HOAX

It’s just a hoax. Everything in the world is a hoax. It’s all fake, it’s not real. The cardboard houses with their Styrofoam bushes and their plastic window shades. The sun looks like a lamp for a turtle tank. Where is the background? I see sky for miles, and no clouds. How can I live in such a town?

The grim reaper in the shadows to collect the death that wears red, save every sinner, every liar, every saint. Raise them at the end of a wand, in a fairytale garden with a castle and dragon and the world’s most perfect perfume under the moon.

Every last bit of it a hoax.
Did you see it’s all fake?
All cardboard, all plastic?
Did you see it’s all a hoax?