Artwork: Sentinel of the Moor by Tanya Krzywinska
I Am Coming for You
David Sandner
No lock will stop me.
You will not have time to call out as
I steal your breath
by placing my mouth over yours
and inhaling until nothing remains.
Your struggles becoming feeble and ceasing,
you will drop
deep into dreams
where I will hunt you through nights of
tangled branches and cold winds
with the pale moon staring as
you fall and I sink
teeth into flesh
until your neck snaps
you awake and you stumble
to a mirror to see
nothing but memories of terror
behind your eyes
where I am
coming for you.
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Who Told the Darkness My Name?
David Sandner
Standing at the crossroads,
I demand to be told: Who told the darkness my name?
Tell me who dares
before I give over the tribute
bleeding at my feet.
But I already know, here,
where the bodies are buried,
I did, as payment in kind.
