Approaching
Halloween 2022
She lay before
them pale fleshed,
but still
breathing,
(the guttering
light
was all she could
afford) then each
approached
her their teeth
bared
the cold dead drool
fell from their
lips like acid
on her once peached
skin,
The lustre of her
lips now
cratered like the
surface
of a failing moon.
Then when
they had taken sup,
and she arose, a miracle
from hell, with
eyes
that could not see
and
heart that could
never
love save for the
gold encrusted
Sarcophagus in
which
she would lie.
Bernard Pearson -His work appears in many publications, including Aesthetica Magazine, The Edinburgh Review, Crossways, The Gentian, Nymphs The Poetry Village, Beneath The Fever, The Beach Hut Little stone. work coming up in Big Easy, and Orange Blush In 2017 a selection of his poetry ‘In Free Fall’ was published by Leaf by Leaf Press. In 2019 he won second prize in The Aurora Prize for Writing for his poem Manor Farm. He is also a Biographer and Prize winning short story writer.
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