We climbed in darkness,
Afraid to wake the mountain,
Green boots in the snow.
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Genevieve Ferrari
Queer comedian and horror writer from the Pacific Northwest
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The Ax
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Jenny’s sister had packed it for her as a joke, “a little ambience for the next Stephen King'' she'd written on the note wrapped around the candle. Now it would be the only light in the woods; the batteries in the old Coleman lamp died as soon as Jenny crossed the threshold of the cabin. Spooky, she thought to herself as she clawed through her backpack in search of a headlamp that wasn’t there. The light of the fading sun slowly retreated from the dusty entrance making it impossible to see into the void of her pack. She stared into it, willing the headlamp into existence. Maybe this is the start of my novel: idiot woman goes into the wild without a lantern, devoured by the monsters in the dark.
By Genevieve Ferrari4 years ago in Horror
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Awesome!
Love your poem! So lyrical and filled with story