PEOPLE LIKE US      

 

Stephanie Smith

 

We fall asleep in cages that

Cannot contain our dreams

Locked in a room of memories we are

Naked and alone

Alive, yet dead

And waiting for the end to come

 

Hell was made for people like us

With its chaotic walls that ripple and moan

That contort the flesh into grotesque shapes

And fill mankind with fright

 

We hunt angels in the night

Strip the meat from their delicate bones

We devour skin

Like a book we can't stop reading

As if it's all that we have left

 

In a sense we might be right

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     Stephanie Smith is a poet and writer from Scranton, Pennsylvania. Her work has appeared in such publications as THE HORROR ZINE, CARNAGE HOUSE, APHELION, RAVEN CAGE, THE LITERARY HATCHET, and ILLUMEN.