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@azurelionprod.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 6:59 PM

Dark speculative poem "A Mystery Better Left Alone".
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A Mystery Better Left Alone By Richard H. Fay As I undo the rusty latch Binding this fusty tome, I eagerly await answers To arcane questions Sane folk never dare ask. Beneath the bound cover, Within crackling pages Rendered from human flesh, I seek to learn forbidden lore, And solve the riddle of life. Reading words penned in blood, Gaining knowledge forsaken by all, I forfeit my very soul To resolve a mystery Better left alone.
@rock-rex.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 7:55 PM

"One in Three"

From "Contact Light" (2025, Alien Buddha Press)

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@markknight63.bsky.social

Stop! Listen! I was on my way (It doesn’t matter where); The stars were fading into day, & in the East a bloody flare. The wheel was heavy in my hands, The traffic fast though sparse; My eyes were swollen, gritty, & I needed food & coffee, fast. A sign for services appeared, Blue through the windscreen’s blur, & taking extra care I steered Into a car park vast & bare. Alone & stranded on a coast Of tables stacked with chairs, I ploughed through mushrooms, eggs, & toast, & finished two cafetières. The gents was clean enough, & yet Beneath a piney scent There was a whiff of winding sheet; I quickly splashed my face & went. Refreshed, replete, yet ill at ease, Brain squirming like a toad, I drove towards a stand of trees That stood beside the exit road. A sense of dread broke on my soul, I sped up ̕til the car Was barely under my control — & then it came, as black as tar, A cat that streaked across my bow. I wrenched the wheel in vain; The car was still, I don’t know how, & I sat shaking from the strain. At last I found the strength to stir & got out of my seat, & found the body — matted fur & bloody face, no more than meat. The corpse was tangled up inside The radiator grille; I stared at it — my eyes were wide, My breath was short, my stomach ill. I couldn’t bring myself to touch This thing of bone & hair, To pull it from the metal’s clutch; Reluctantly I left it there. I got back in, & as I left The rear-view mirror showed No sign of car park, Little Chef — Only a long & empty road. Since then I’ve driven up & down, The cat a badge of shame, But found no village, found no town, No exit back from where I came. Only the service stations drear That dot the motorway, In which I sometimes find an ear Prepared to listen to my tale. But now I see your friends are back & with them you must go — & I’ll continue on the track Of one who’ll hear me & not lack Compassion for me, & will hack From off my car that carcase black, & loose me from these bonds of woe.