Real Horror

Who knows what horrors

slither and slice

the mental domains 

in anyone’s life

sparking recollections

of bleedings and gore,

painful regressions

and images galore

compelling obsessions

in projects and text,

wide eyed in the dark

fearing what’s next,

heart pounding loud,

a line chopped fine,

a chance to transform

into something sublime

overcoming at last

the horror within,

making way for the new

with a demented grin.

by Dave Holloway