By Rebecca Eanes A dreadfully dark night, it was, the night it came to pass. A wicked chill held to the air, a storm was coming fast.  ...

By Kaitlyn Gutzke draped around your shoulders clinging to your bones? You wear it so well – what's the occasion? I felt your fingernails...

By Alan Dunnett This was after the shops had closed.  I knew at once that the empty streets would never be filled again. I thought for a...

By Fabian Wadsworth Despair lives in the belly like too much salt rusting our machinery to a stiffness until we can no longer move...

By Charles Broughton Come take a sip from I, the poisoned well. Toss the bucket into my cobblestone maw and quench the pain with my...

By HLR Four dents — subtle trenches dug into the landscape of her head. Remember when everyone was obsessed with that game, Fruit Ninja?...

By Freya Metcalfe Let’s see what the night brings. This long night, The dark sister of daylight, Seems softer this time, Slower,...

By Mike Everley Taking the Stanley Knife to the old chair it feels strange not to cut skin to feel blood ooze  from the wound. But that...

By Kirsty Mealing Flesh on the slab There's something bout the steel That makes her pale look drab The way the curls fall Undisturbed By...

By Wayne Hebb You can be free, Just let go but The past does not Want freedom. It wants you and It will not let go. You must trick it,...

By Daša Kružlicová  Hello excuse me I’d like to be destroyed Name and date of birth and the reason why, please. Never had a name...

By Isaac Thornton It was almost autumn when we touched for the first time, when outside the leaves landed like tanned leather on the...

By Sarah Singh today my love, i wish to see you so forgive me, let me look at the sky, ah yes, the clouds are staying true, they are...

By Senan de Léas The Black Door stalks me silently, throughout the busy scenes. Ever present, always watching, never straying far from...

By Louise O'Neil I told the crows about you today They listened to me, turning their heads from side to side Their white-rimmed eyes...

By Scott Campbell I knelt before the winged red mass, It whispered; you were a friend? Yes, to many With the cruel vigour of an addict  ...

By Linda Burnett Pillars of birch cast vaulting spears into a witchy sky. Gothic cloisters greet even the most pagan feet. Birdsong...

By Rosie Arcane Betrayed by the light, it watched you fall, so the darkness and the damned began to call. At least here the monsters...

By Stacy Clair Fifteen pools of blood on the floor Six pieces of splintered wood from the front door   The glass is shattered around me...

By Anthony Watts [i.m. Sgt JL, shot down in his Hurricane on 17th September 1940]   Somewhere, some distant relative is nurturing her...