
Folks love to lure folklore
into their cabins at midnight.
Inviting the antichrist architects
of madness and nightmares and
monsters they’ve found on the darkest of websites.
Lighting candles for cryptids and
boiling cauldrons for witches.
Folks are deathly obsessed with
opening wounds and festering stitches.
About the Creator
Kale Sinclair
Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd
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Comments (2)
I feel like there are two layers to this poem - literal and metaphorical. Are we the orchestrators of our dark moments?
We all want to peak at the unwatchable.