By R. H. Henry The cat’s claws rake my back bloody Snip!  They’ve pruned another finger I sing out for a bone breaking They move me, again Exposed nerves jingle-jangle across the blood-slicked floor Anguish, my friend, won’t you stay a while longer Torture me not with the promise of hope     #darkpoetsclub #smallspacedeepimpact #50wordchallenge

By Florin Rosca Grown in slowness and pain, A density of space Open only onto itself, Avoided by light, Shining nothing.   Any touch of beauty Ripples and reverberates, Creating its own language, Adding to hidden depths Of awareness.   The soul of the dark poet. Could I foster such a miracle?       #darkpoetsclub #smallspacedeepimpact #50wordchallenge

By Sarah Doyle Dusk falls, and the cravings begin, my innards grumbling like thunder. I nourish myself with night: velvet and rich as chocolate cake. The moon is sharp with basalt, its biscuity crust yielding to my jaw’s insatiable grind, as the sky grows dark in my belly.     #darkpoetsclub #smallspacedeepimpact #50wordchallenge