Poems from Bel Mostro
Teenage shower scene
Youth craving flesh
Acceptance seeking creatures
Dizzy headed dreamers
Seeking faux love
Inevitable ecstasy tilt-a-...
As he sat down he let out a long sigh. His coffee was too hot to drink quite yet. He pulled a copy of William Shakespeare’s A Midsummer...
I love being outside in the dead of winter. The time of night when everything is silent. When the moon and the stars light up the world...
A flicker of light illuminated her face and gently touched the end of her cigarette. She breathed in the smoke, letting it embrace her...
In the brief moments before consciousness
The room dark and unmoving
An abrupt snore pierces the silence
The sheets move
Like a convulsing...