I had an idea for a horror story called 1991 but just ended up writing a poem instead, enjoy:
1991
The year horror takes shape
another storm unleashed
blood runs in the streets
because the people can no longer
huddled masses
nameless hunger
now I wander
as time passes
mindless I remain
with lightning caught in throat
with thunder in my veins
with horror in my heart
pressed against my sleeves
where shards of love linger
down haunted avenues
leading me to you
how could I ever forget?
slumbering amnesiac
caught up in regrets
web-like arms outstretched
build for me a cathedral
of oozing Lovecraftian stone
masons driven mad
risen up like bones
protruding from the skin
of this aching dying world
but nothing like the throne
I will build for you my girl
across these eons
ripples in the darkness
a river runs underneath us
an ever present current
carrying me back
to this abandoned castle
a precipice of love
a lust I must now tend to
Nineteen and ninety one
scars in the sky descending
a warped and ancient view
gods we once rescinded
make of me an effigy
binding my own wounds
I lay down on the altar
prey to be consumed
devour me my cosmic queen
take this shapely form
choosing my destructor
has never felt so good
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