Category: Poetry

Dark poetry by Gothic SciFi Horror author David Walker



Invisible. Maybe right now. But the bitch is out there, somewhere. Mingling at some swanky nightclub. Passing off my algorithm as her own. Teasing out the highest bidders. Throwing back her head in laughter. If she knew what I know, she wouldn’t be laughing. A smile just a touch too ingratiating, an embrace just a second too long. I marked that bitch the day we met. Flaco will be on…


Spread the Darkness