The Purest Pantheon, Dais Four

‘til death do us part escaped their twisted lips as the dancers clutch one another in lover’s embrace, squeezing the life out of each other— a newlywed couple shedding their disgrace before they flick the tongue of their knifes into skin. No hard feelings, their knifes mutter, slipping intimately in an act of mutual penetration,Continue reading “The Purest Pantheon, Dais Four”

The Purest Pantheon, Dais Three

A sanguine horror is plastered across the marble, its slippery sheen reflecting the brilliance of the perfect man. His flesh taunts my eyes, teasing curvaceous lines and rippling muscles that peek through the toga. Though like the others, horror creeps through the stone. Turn one way, and I see a tenderized face: Eyeless, jawless, nose-less,Continue reading “The Purest Pantheon, Dais Three”

My Purest Pantheon, Dais Two

A rendering of tendons: Two kings in a tug of war, where ropes are tender muscles— a battle between siamese twins, who want to be two rather than whole. Their snapping sinews frozen, seconds from exploding. Imagine the pain of being stuck in that state— on the verge of death, yet trapped in purgatory wrappedContinue reading “My Purest Pantheon, Dais Two”

The Purest Pantheon, I enter

It shouldn’t be here, a bloated boil, all grey and sore on the skin of the city eclipsing the day with its dome, whose mould makes mountains— choking the spirit with the stench of corruption. I can picture it in its older days: baroque bars that held the dome up as though strutting the placeContinue reading “The Purest Pantheon, I enter”

Old Hags Nag

In this short story by Thomas Gallimore Barker, two of the strangest people are reunited under the most strangest circumstances. Will they creep it real, or are they tricking themselves silly? I was pleasantly surprised at the turnout for this year’s convention. Having tens of thousands in the same hall deserved its own little celebration.Continue reading “Old Hags Nag”