The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
POD
by Alyson Faye
Swollen
weaponised
prickles, poised
to spawn,
spreading spores
through the skies
seizing life
by its bloody,
iron-rich guts;
bleaching,
leaching
the world
to wintry ashes.
.
It is our time.
We are many.
We long to dance
in the silver nitrate air,
seek sustenance
from the lungs
of others –
burying our secret
under their skins.
.
Fiction © Copyright Alyson Faye
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More from Alyson Faye:
The Lost Girl & Spindleshanks
The Lost Girl
A nailed-up door. An inheritance which comes with a ghost. A missing girl. A fifty-year-old mystery. Parapsychologist Berkley Osgood is hired to investigate. What he uncovers reveals secrets the living want to hide and the dead will never forgive.
Spindleshanks
Adam is having nightmares about a skeletal shadow figure, who he calls Spindleshanks. Soon his whole class are sharing the same nightmare. Adam’s dad, Rob, knows that Spindleshanks can’t be real. But is he? One terrible night Rob has to face his son’s nightmare creature and fight for his son’s life. What would you sacrifice to have your child back safe?
“A decent two-for-one. Alyson Faye brings the engaging and eerie in equal measure.” CC Adams – horror / dark fiction author
Wonderfully dark and disturbing.
Love the short lines – gives the poem a proper creeping dread
Oooooo! Another of Nina’s that leaves me responding physically — in this case, scratching my profound itch!
Oops, Sorry Alyson — ignore “Nina”, i meant Alyson.