U N B R E A K A B L E

 by  shaun lawton 

 he doesn't scare me

freaking Jesus he makes me laugh

if only he saw what i see

the clown white bone beneath our skin

i do not pretend

nor do i try to escape

i embrace the grin we all must make

when our sweet lips part 

to kiss the past adieu 

if only he knew, if only

he knew i'd shriek out

a single tear drop with glee

and magnify it into his dreams

until it filled up his vision

with the distorted reflection 

of we. . . and i'd shed it, so heavily

and let it fall in slow dance

without gravity and cherish

the look on his face when it ruptured

with timeless impact into the dust

at his feet.  i will show him

who is master of dreams.

but in the meantime (ha ha)

i can sure keep him busy.

i admire him, i am jealous

of his role as a fool

i honor him

Scaphism

by  Thornswrath 

The sin of gazing at a prince
Taken as insolence
Sentenced to the boats!
There is no escape

Force-fed milk and honey
Wedged between hulls to rot in the sun
Face drenched and smothered
Nowhere but within left to run

In this execution lies
an ideal motivation
to those who survive
Look dead ahead
Never to question

Force-fed milk and honey
Left in the boats to rot in the sun
Foul defecation of worms and insects
Their sickening banquet's begun

An orgy of self-immolation
Over the course of a fortnight
Wasp maggot fly vermin festival
The hapless human left consumed
To putrefy under the seething mass

And On The Window Licks The Night

by  Shaun Lawton 

 In the dark corrosion of malformed memories
whose echoes return to haunt us 

in the middle of the night 

when the rafters have been chilled
with the wind's own bite can we know 

what it's like to be so filled with fright

 our own will stops working and yet 

we proceed as if possessed when lying

 in bed on our backs frozen stiff 

with a slow creeping fear when
you hear rustling in the eaves

 as the others get undressed 

in the disappearing moonlight

moving across the floor tiles 

of the room being swallowed 

in a rising tide of swirling ink 

just when you think we're all 

at our most vulnerable the window 

slides up inviting the dark of outer
space inside the gates unlock 

in the pitch black of night letting 

the blurred Shades in to our world
unseen and unwhispered down halls 

of schools, homes, churches, cars, beds, 

and living rooms, dressed and arrested

 one more time for a final breakfast.