Today's Poet Corner: Well, Fine, Then
Well, Fine, Then by Belinda Roddie Don't write about, "stuff." Don't write about, "things." Don't write about tentacles or the void, because you've already written about the void, I guess, and how its social anxiety gets in the way of it ever staring back at you. The moment I go from vague to Lovecraftian, you recoil like Cthulhu's touched you gently, caressing you until the horrors burn in your skin like poison ivy on steroids The moment I go from vague to stark, you want the blind pulled again. I mean, fuck exposure to direct sunlight, am I right?