May 15, 2020 20:35
In a weird flex, between writing my angsty poetry, I've started writing haiku about... horror movies?
You investigate
the disappearance of young
Rowan Morrison
Hand of Glory waits
These people lie, are tricksters
Circle ever tightens
(there are no bees here.
You're thinking of the wrong one.
Not one single bee)
You are burning slow
Surrounded by birds and beasts
Pagan offering
Rowan never lost
Smiles with family, you scream
'Oh, Jesus Christ, No!'
poetry