Sunsets

Standing on a cliff
at the end of the day
Watching tangerine melon
melt, ripe with decay

  Dripping, weighted with worries
              over-bloated with blights
  it sinks like a stone
  tied closely to night

And standing there, watching
             as the old day expires
     the sun's reflected in tears
          sent to quench the fires                                          

                                                                                                Graveyard

                                                                           Crowded white house
                                                                                           On silent hill
                                                           In the halls whispered promise
                                                                                              I will, I will

                                                           Underneath
                                                           In field stretched wide
                                                                               Bodies rest
                                                           Side by side

                                                                                And with full heart
                                                                                    Now ghostly still
                                                                        A fulfillment of promise
                                                           I will, I will

Monsters                                           

I am Jekyll and Hyde in the Minotaur's maze
Every twist of the passage leads to Medusa's gaze
As an ugly old hag to Arthur's court I return
I am the Opera's Phantom, between mirrored walls - burn

I am Icarus, as fool-hearty as brave
I devour the sheep in the Cyclopes' cave
I am the Hunchback crying out "Sanctuary!"
My twisted frame bent with the girl that I carry

I am Frankenstein's monster, awake on the table
Arms heavy and stiff, knees bent and unstable
I am the wolf man, a zombie, vampire…
I am Dante's Hell, consuming in fire

I am Grendel in his swamp
I am King George's Dragon
I am the Ogre, the Troll
I am the Fay's poisoned flagon
I am the Villian
The Black-guard
The Dread Pirate's crew
I am your mind's darkest shadow

I am you.

... is a writer, poet, and college student.  She lives in Salt Lake City, Utah, attends Salt Lake Community College, and looks forward to finishing graduate work at Southern Utah University in Forensic Science.  This is her first appearance in Fear Knocks.