Hot lava diffuses into the mess,
As I call out your name
And accuse you of the blame
that you have created,that you
Have suffused into my blinding
Anger,anger.
As I boil and steam in
Damp skin and redeem
The unexploded bomb,
Lying under,under.
I am all-mortified and
Stricken with awe,
Stricken with silence,
Pursed lips,blanch and then
Bitten to draw blood.
In the end they'll all be dancin'--all them ones that didn't die.... Dance with me in the shadows amidst the lightning and the thunder, and all that nu-cu-lar debris. See the big bang from the other side, and then open that cellar door. Go down into
The Butcher's Boy
- 2011 Readers Favorite Award Silver Medal Winner in Horror - Fiction
A Paranormal/Chiller by Michael Robb
Thirty-one years ago, Buxly the Butcher went to trial for killing h
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