poetry Esoteric Monster “It’s a difficult time fer us, now You know?” Said the ghoul as he made shapes With his toe, in the snow. I tried to stay calm as he spoke Not look unnerved by his shattered visage Strips of rotting flesh seeming to trickle Down the side of his
dark Grave Moment I can feel the damp seeping into my jeans where my knees are pressing into the mud...