Pinned; fingers to the cold concrete
iron nails
slow drips fall, my forehead wet
my nakedness for all to see
I do not speak
for my tongue is no longer
@jamellen.bsky.social
@jamellen.bsky.socialPinned; fingers to the cold concrete
iron nails
slow drips fall, my forehead wet
my nakedness for all to see
I do not speak
for my tongue is no longer
@jamellen.bsky.socialFlashed claret red,
scratching; they skittered over my ceiling
I lay in my bed, bones rigid, blood boiling
Flashed claret red,
something beyond dread
hellish fangs spiralled toward me
Flashed claret red,
scratching; they skittered over my ceiling
@jamellen.bsky.social#HorrorWrite
#vss365
Lure
Clouds
Mountain
#2wordprompt
Forward and moment
Talk and visit
Snapped
#wildwalkprompt
@redmagicianwriter.bsky.socialNew folk horror short story is up on my substack. Check it out if you enjoy tales of old faith and psychopomps vying for souls of the damned!