By Gabriel Knott-Fayle The snow came today. Which meant we had time to dig your grave yesterday – before the earth froze. Under a tree. By the river. For now, we are close. I walk past the rock that marks your spot. One day I will move. And your bones will bleach under a distant sun. #DarkPoetsClub

By Ann Reeg Adamson I want to lie on my back on a bed of pine needles, Feeling them oily, sticking to my legs, And breathe in their cleansing scent. I want to breathe deeply under the looming trunks, Their towering columns framing the night sky, Giving a stage to this starry night. I want the air to be so cold that my nostrils Stick in slits when I attempt to inhale, And my teeth chatter, masking my fear, The night silent as the pause after a gasp of air. I want to lie perfec

By Veronica Meredith Sam doesn't wear PPE in the lab. No gloves, no goggles, no mask: much to Anthony's distress. Canisters hold vanilla protein powder, birthday-cake- and orchid-scented, deceptively sweet, truly artificial. Swallowed, it promotes growth. On skin, though? Living tissue liquefies, turns people to molten sludge. Anthony saw it happen, once. A sprinkling on an exposed inch of wrist claimed a lab tech's hand. The rot smelled sweeter than he expected. "Work out th