e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
Blood on the Moon Lightning erupts, whitewashing midnight sky. Blinded, the clouds retreat to re-gather their nighted senses. In that moment, a world is born. Celestial bodies caught in spotlight’s beam mutate into conglomerations of each other.
Dream-Killed Nights smoke like whispers of a dying fire, a cross that cannot stretch the water. I long to travel
I Dream in Breathless night. My body smothered in darkness, radiates a solid that should not be. I struggle against invisible ropes more stagnant than my skin, inhale the smoke generated by imaginary friction. Sadly, I know there is no hope of bursting into salvatory flames. A Fly Buzzed […]
A Forgotten Space I watch the world through glasses made of lead. Their cold, gray vision proves most accurate, if top-heavy. A great deal of weight to carry, I rest often, lying in pools of pessimistic slush. My body begins to emulate the texture of seepage, dreams of becoming quicksand, waits patiently for the […]
by A.J. Huffman With Apple I become Eve to your Adam, though you have no discernable signs of having recently lost a rib. I bite anyway, pierce red skin with foreshadowing teeth. I hold
Stale Hearts Drifting Apart This is what happens when silk turns to stone. This cold.
To the Enemies of My Soul I am not the victim type. I am too defined for that. All my issues have blades. They break