by Nikki Kossaris
Slumbering waves commence an inner wake
Numbing liquid tentacles trailing over extremities
Soaking the tips of fingers and toes
Currents of fear trickle then flow down the spine
Surging pins and needles run across bone
Internally a contradiction does blow
A threatening tempest of the soul
Thundering awareness increases
Among a cyclone of memories confined
Shame and regret naturally hidden by time
Freeing inspiration from guilt’s chains
Approaching the entrance of the self-made cage
Anticipating a dance with what is inside
Cresting calm masking downpouring pain
Aware now the depth of heartaches reign
I am just a vessel for the storm raging within
A frenzy of uncharted water covered in skin
Nikki Kossaris was born loving all things spooky and fell in love with horror novels at the age of seven. Her fiction leans toward psychological and body horror, and when she’s not writing or reading, she enjoys cooking, horror movies, and chasing adventure. Her short fiction and poetry appear in t’ART, Sirens Call Zine, Gridiron Gates of Hell, Cult Horrotica Magazine, Aberration Labyrinth, Frission 1, Readings From Cursed Room 301 and Till the Yule Log Burns Out.
Add your first comment to this post