It needs no tools
no accoutrements
surreptitious sidling
lying in wait to begin
adept skillful and unseen
you will not even know
as fever cleaves your soul
tissue separated from sinew
until you stand bereft of all
humanity
Horror Haiku
Talon’s obsession
vulnerable sweet bone of
clavicle fissure
M. L. Grieve is fascinated by the shadowy recesses of the human soul. Influenced by international folklore, psychic phenomena and the supernatural, she writes poetry and prose within the genres of gothic and folk horror. A Tree Seer, all her first drafts are written outdoors in ancient forests. Twitter @page_soul
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