Horror Poetry by Alecz Yeager

Horror Poetry by Alecz Yeager

Dear Stranger

Do you know what it feels like
To have your mangled intestines spilled in front of you?
To scramble to pick them up
like a child
scrambling to clean up their red Kool-Aid
before someone notices the stain? 

Do you know what it feels like
To hate the person that made you spill them
In the first place?
To want to rip their bellies open, too,
So that they will understand how flushed we all look on the inside? 

Do you, however, know what it feels like
To wish them no harm?
Do you know what it feels like
to love and hate so closely?
To want to offer up your spilled liver on a platter,
as an apology for ever having given them a reason to spill? 

Will you ever know what it feels like
To want to squish your heart to death?
To want to watch the chambers collapsing,
Spreading between your fingers and white knuckles
like someone else’s shit through your teeth.  

There’s no way for you to know what this feels like.
To watch tears fall through your smile’s teeth,
To scramble and squeeze at the same time,
Knowing that you can’t have both. 

You can’t know what it feels like
Because I’ll never have the stomach to let you.
So, you’re welcome, stranger.
Enjoy your insides, intact.

  

Abstract Aches

Whispering through the crack
I try not to look back
On the words
On the hope
That I’ve seemed to rack 

Up in my mind
Where things seem to find
No place
No home
No necessary time

Shattered with bruises
A heart that always loses
Its mind
Its sanity
No more meaning or uses

So, throw it away
It’s no longer okay
To hurt
To live
With abstract aches 

Bricked up in darkness
The moments seemed harmless
Until I fell
Until I knew
That leaving was the hardest

Thing I’d ever feel
I craved you like a meal
On death row
On death’s cusp
Breathing in steel  

A burst of fulfillment
The need to conceal it
I blinked
I gasped
I surpassed my resilience

Too far, too much
Losing your touch
I cracked
I blistered
I can’t hurt enough

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