Tag: dark

  • Poetry: Psychopomp

    Poetry: Psychopomp

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    by

    Malachi Sigmund
    in ,

    Lijiang marketplace. The moon gleamed like an eye. I, a man, With no teeth, and no eyes, Bit the head of a child, And leer from the rooftops as the streets are taken By the procession of a one hundred demons, Each writhing and screaming and more bloated Each one more foul an abomination than…