Hell-mare: Cory Buchanan

Lava tinged flickers,
by the lantern room,
swell soundlessly
in unpaired horror.

A thrum
hammers in chest
Scattered words rummage
in slithering murmurs.

Low hoarse moans
launch from the shaded profile
lurching with bent posture.

Propped in the hall,
all slams pitch dark,
roaring with creaks.

Falling to the baseboards,
a pulse glows in retina
Waking on a chair,
glaring at the blazing lantern room.