DEATH METAL

 

Stephanie Smith

 

My body writhes to the twisted din

I dance to the hidden rhythm of sin so exquisite

The nightmare emerges

lusting for flesh and blood,

screaming for sanctuary from the rooftops

where suicidals plunge

 

I beckon to its call

I listen to the grave's forgotten love song

rotting in my ear

 

The night is alive

with the smell of murder and alcohol,

a fallen angel disemboweled and looted for her jewels

The discordant death rattle surrounds me

She plays the tune so perfectly

And I am reduced to tears

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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.