Disgusting horror poem. What
do I want in it? Body horror
like blades erupting out of
our own poor bodies, or
your feet slowly turning
into hands.
Supernatural horror, like
eldritch, occult holiness
might be responsible beyond
all comprehension, the hints
are terrifying and
inconclusive.
Psychological horror, like
clues building: maybe you
did it and don't know?
Things I don't want in it,
unless they slip in naturally
accidentally:
trashy teenage exploitation
slasher flick horror, with
horrible punishment for
dispirited, impersonal,
indifferently-acted
gratuitous sex and nudity
doled out like clockwork
by a U.S.M.(unstoppable
killing
machine)
Gothic horror, except
in atmospheric touches.
Love horror. I don't know
what that is and I don't
want to know. Except oh
shit. Maybe
that's the
only kind I ought to be
exploring? Perhaps
in a separate poem, more or
less disgusting
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