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Author of horror genre
“Night Prowlers” Placing my hand on the damp sidewalk, Wet, gritty, rough, Not able to talk, Crawling with every bit of my strength, Stretching to make another arm’s length, Breathing heavy as I push with one leg, Remembering how he had told me to… Continue Reading “NIGHT PROWLERS”
“Consumed by Death” Peeking through my hands I see you standing over there. I can not tell you just how much, but I’m really, really scared. I want to hide underneath my bed, but you will know that I am there. You will simply… Continue Reading “CONSUMED BY DEATH”
“The Drowning” Silently, I lurk inside Trying to break free. Desperately, I search my mind Who is the real me? I reach for her And call her name. She turns in fear and runs away. “Come out, my child, You shall not be harmed. … Continue Reading “THE DROWNING”
“Until I am Alone” My loneliness not compared My heart’s feelings suppressed Interaction hides my heartbreak, At least for a little while, Until I am alone again And seemingly without friends. My broken heart not repaired My mind’s severely stressed Distractions conceal my heartache, … Continue Reading “UNTIL I AM ALONE”
“The Darkness” Inside the heart lives a darkness there. It seeps out and even gives me a scare. Sometimes, creepy and nervous and all fidgety Wanting to grab you in your time of need. Blacker and darker, Not gray any longer. Creepier and stronger,… Continue Reading “THE DARKNESS”
“It” It has no name It has no face It has no form It loves a chase You can try to run You can try to hide But It sees everywhere And It knows everything It comes for you With only one intent To… Continue Reading “IT”
“When It Comes” You are creeping along my floor. You are hanging on my wall. You are lying on my ceiling. You have bolted my doors. You poke at me in the darkness. I am filled with terror. Your hand lays upon my shoulder.… Continue Reading “WHEN IT COMES”
“Collision” Despair eats at my soul. I give in to the pain. No more will I be whole, Or believe I am sane. Breaking from within, I see Hurt not yet discovered. The hurt envelops me, Never to recover. Giving in to despair, I… Continue Reading “COLLISION”
“My Teddy Bear” My Teddy Bear, Oh, My Teddy Bear, Won’t you play with my Teddy Bear? I’m mesmerized by its eyes in which I stare I’m not sure really why but I truly care To know what it sees when it looks at… Continue Reading “MY TEDDY BEAR”
“I Like To Live Dangerously” I like to live dangerously I play with knives With sharp blades And with guns With live rounds Like they’re toys. With one live round, I put the gun to my head Just to hear the noise. I take… Continue Reading “I LIKE TO LIVE DANGEROUSLY”
Author P.S. Kessell 