Despair and Darkness
A Haiku Descent into Edgar Allen Poe’s Darkness
Beneath the cold stone,
Raven's claws rend flesh and bone,
Whispers lick the soul.
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Veil of Subconscious Awakening
Images slide behind my eyelids like film cadres, bursting with meanings. In one moment, I’m speeding down the highway, making the speedometer swing wildly like a frantic pendulum. The next moment, I’m plunging from a falling plane, slowly crashing earthward. At home, I meet black cat’s green, googly eyes staring at me from the cavernous hollowness of the kitchen. When I turn for a moment, it disappears, and all I can see is a pair of blue suede shoes set up against the wall. I pick them up and put them on. When I glimpse at them again, they’ve become black as night, making me blink and flinch.
By Moon Desert4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Nice to read 🌸 Good morning! May every moment of the new day be filled with peace, love and success. May God bring you countless smiles today. ☀️
A chilling haiku in many ways. Good job.
Well-wrought! Strangely, I think this dark take on his entobment would please him...
Wonderful haiku!
Deep haiku love it 🖌️👍👌