#horrortry

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Unhaunted by Dante Novario

Nimrod International Journal, 2022

#poetry #my poetry #whose ready for fall #ghost #ghost poem #horrortry #words #my stuff #nimrod #unhaunted #writing #published #spooky poetry

[horrortry]

Porridge

Porridge, porridge.

It’s all that I eat.

I eat from my head right down to my feet.

“Why do I do this?”, you may ask in surprise.

It’s simple! I will become a disguise!

Well, you are what you eat. Or that’s what they say,

Yet try as I might, my plan will not play.

And I’m stuck in the fray,

Eating porridge all day.

But wait! It is working!

It’s my lucky day!

My feet to my head, my head to my feet.

All I ate had been porridge, that’s all that I eat.

Now my feet are not feet and my head isn’t there.

All I see are some feet, but they’re not mine, I swear!

They’re furry and brown, so I think it’s a bear...

And now it’s just... OW!

“Stop right now! Let me go! Put me down, I say!

A bear shouldn’t treat a person such way!”

But it cannot hear me, and I realize why.

I’m not a person, but food, and I’m going to die.

#horrortry #horror #more horror-ish but whatever #poetry #porridge

[purgatorypoetry]

Brain Damnage

These four walls cannot hold me Nor can this labyrinth Of passages Choruses, verses, The lost angel’s chapter I am chasing after with Gnashing teeth and laughter Bashing My forehead Against the futility – it goes One Mississippi, two Mississippi See The cracked cranium And the blood that flows Cement retainers adorned With my former frontal lobe And hatching From the aftermath of Grey matter splatter comes Flighty little hummingbirds Fluttering around the room I am dying To consume Their delicate wings in lieu Of a song Sing to me or Bring to me Another sacrifice I will not ask twice Hell, I will not ask at all I release demands that fall On my own deaf ears Echoed back from yesterdays Dingy grays sprayed With splashes Of crimson red Drip, drop, plopping From my head

#poetry #cranial trauma #fuck #cupcake #horrortry #original

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New poem out today @ Crow & Cross Keys  ~*~*~*~

A poetic & subversive take on Shirley Jackson’s “The Lottery”

Read the full thing here

#poetry #new poetry #my stuff #words #horror poetry #spooky poetry #shirley jackson #the death lottery #the lottery #poems #horrortry #crowcrosskeys

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Photo of me performing at horror poetry night

#me #my stuff #ghost #poetry #poetry performance #performer #bookstore #butchercabinbooks #horrortry #sheet ghost #Halloween #spooky #scary #horror #ghost photoshoot

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GHOST POEM HAUNTED HOUSE POEM GHOST POEM WOOO

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#accepting my haunted house #poem #poetry #my poetry #my stuff #grim&gilded #horrortry #horror poetry #spooky #ghost poem #haunted house poem #sweet poetry #I originally titled this millennial ghost poem

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A live reading of the poem Unhaunted performed by my friend Heather written by myself at Butcher Cabin Books “Horror Poetry Night” Jan 2023

#poetry #my poetry #my stuff #horror poetry #ghost poetry #horrortry #live performance #poetry performance #butcher cabin books #sheet ghost #spooky poetry

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Prayers to the Shower Drain by Dante Novario

Peaking Cat Literary, 2021

Link - https://peekingcatliterary.co.uk/dante-novario-prayers-to-the-shower-drain

#poetry #my poetry #horrortry #going to try to post my entire poems lets see how it goes #my stuff #writing #horror #this was one was very Stephen-king inspired if you can imagine #love my shower gremlin <3

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A Prisoner in a Cage Somewhere by Dante Novario, 

Ghost City Press, 2020

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#my poetry #poetry #my stuff #words #writing #prisoner in a cage somewhere #literature #cannibalism #horror #horrortry #ghost city

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A Prisoner in a Cage Somewhere by Dante Novario,

Ghost City Press, 2020

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#poetry #my poetry #this one is one of my faves thats gotten published #writing #my stuff #horror #horrortry #words #ghost city

[horrortry]

I sit at the dinner table.

Supper has already been placed upon it,

Yet there is nearly not enough food.

“Servant!” I yell, “Please bring me more food!”

He does so, but only a grain more of rice is evident.

“Could I please have some more over here?” I ask politely, hoping that being nice would get more food.

“Certainly, Your Majesty,” he replies curtly.

He brings tons of food, and won’t stop.

I go to ask him, but he scoops a big pile of food in front of me, disallowing my speech.

Rice is soon going up my nose, keeping me from breathing.

“Help!” I yell out, but my faithful servant cannot hear me through the heaping piles of food.

I try to gasp out another plea for assistance, but I am unable.

I can no longer breathe, and I am being engulfed in my own supper.

Then all

Turns

Black.

#horror #poetry #horrortry #the royal and his supper #the royal and her supper #the obediant servant #well i suppose they did do as asked of them #good servant lol #food

[horrortry]

The snow.

It builds up, sending chills down my back.

It keeps rising.

I am covered neck-down in snow.

What is making all of this?

I try to trudge back inside,

But the snow is too packed to move.

Immobilized, all I can do

Is stand there

And freeze

As the snow

Begins to drown me.

#snow #horror #poetry #horrortry #i love snow #winter is great #but wet socks are not

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Prayers to the Shower Drain by Dante Novario

Peeking Cat Literary, 2021

#poetry #my poetry #words #prayers to the shower drain #peeking cat literary #spooky poetry #horrortry

[horrortry]

The Bedtime Encounter

It sneaked

And it slunk

And it slid all around

In the darkness and shadow

It made not a sound

‘Round the bend of a corner

And under the door

It went in my bedroom

It came in while I snored

It climbed onto the bed

And I opened my eyes

But I woke up too late

To an unpleasant surprise

#horror #poetry #horrortry #the bedtime encounter

[horrortry]

I am making a quiche in my oven,

But oh, am I tired.

I need a nap.

...

...

...

Time to wake up.

Oh my, what is that smell?

It smells horrible! It smells smoky!

I look inside the oven, to see the quiche burnt and aflame.

I feel something in my eyes.

I can’t see! It’s so hot!

My eyes... they’re on fire!

My body feels like it’s on fire, too!

I hear the crackling blaze roar louder.

My hair burns like hay,

My form, melting in pain with every crackle.

Everything surrounding me is alight.

I cannot escape.

#horror #poetry #horrortry #that’s why you never sleep while cooking #fire

[horrortry]

Lying limp on the soil.

Life is only toil;

Unable to do anything.

Stuck.

I see something red

With eyes that look dead.

It is tall, and is shambling towards me.

No, I can’t run,

‘Cause I’m the only one

Of which I know cannot move.

I’ve been like this the whole time,

Eating berries and nuts,

Surviving on whatever was brought me.

As I stare at it so,

It stares back at me, though,

I see not a soul in its face.

As it moves closer to me,

It’s as if it sees through me,

And it slashes me quick with much grace.

#horrortry #horror #poetry