Better late than Never, right?!

… since i failed to write a proper Halloween Poem for the special day, i decided to make it up to you. i wrote a somewhat ‘disturbing’ short story… finished a day late (due to lack of free time), but still ‘halloween-ey’.

look here… if you haven’t eaten yet: The Artist

enjoy… if you can. *evil cackle*

Happy (belated) Halloween!

Twisted Meat Medley

fateful hour
broken hands on broken clock;
skeleton crawls, languidly
back into mother’s womb –
the butcher draws near
on rubber-booted feet,
and when he raises his brow
in unison with his knife,
it is time
for remorseful chickens
to dance
the last dance.