In my nightmare, in the hallway, there's a door. It is large, wooden, locked. There are keys. In the basement. It is dark. The light's burnt out. I cannot leave the hall. Silence. Ghosts touch my shoulder. Stillness. A hole in the carpet. The door. I watch it. Wait for it to move. It doesn't.
In the Field After Dark
The heart was in Bobby's jacket pocket as he played ball with his friends. Now, they've all gone home, and Bobby, walking from the field, feels for the heart it's gone he turns, scampers in sunset back to the field, looking for the heart no luck, and the sun's almost down he'll never find it now he looks up above a patch of tall grass barely five feet away a pare of garnets stare unblinking at him he knows somehow just knows the heart is underneath them he walks over, looks up: he thinks he's seen those eyes before. You're old miss Solebury, aren't you? The eyes bob slowly. Do you want me to have your heart? Bob. He picks up the heart, turns, walks toward home. All the way, he feels a chill on his shoulder, as if a hand were draped there. That night, instead of putting the heart under his pillow as usual, he clutches it tight as he sleeps, smiling. Is that a red gleam at the window?
Not Our Brother
“The demon,” she said, as she caressed my chest with four-inch nails as if she wanted to even out the fertile furrows she'd left before, “we call him 'not our brother', for he comes in the form of woman and steals the souls of our men leaves them hollow husks who take no pride in the fields they till.” My plane, a week from then, flashed through my mind. “Not our brother.” She pulled me tighter to her asked with an embrace for the warmth of a soul however temporary. “I must go back,” I said. “I know,” she said. “But for now just hold me, brother, love me so your memory can keep me warm.” I thought of her husband dead these four months victim of the demon the death certificate read. Not our brother.
Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in cattails, Ellipsis…, and Ample Remains, among others.