By Gary Richards Roll up; roll up, to the greatest show on earth, A magical mystery tour of feelings, Step this way, take a seat, Close your eyes, feel the warmth, The edge of steel against your skin, Stroking the artery across your wrist, Relax, embrace the fear, Blade caressing the jugular, hair standing, Are you scared? You should be, for I am Death! A nervous laugh I hear, Warmth of the liquid, flowing over the skin, Cold sweat breaking free, Fear rising, arteries emptyi

By J.D. Scève Is it dangerous to love another poet? They say to fall for one is to live eternally, Between their lines of adoration, And honeyed words to their muses of fire. But would two be suffocating, As all misery and esteem is laid out raw on fresh pages? Ink soiled with the sickly sweetness of colliding passions, The cold shudder of bitter prose frothing in the mind. Poetry is like the spring flower peeking through melting snow, Poising the slush while enfolding petals

By Gareth Coombes There's a snake in the grass A double dealer Secrets are not safe The lock has been picked Seemingly, they serve With siren words They ingratiate Using forked tongues Whilst unseen And unknown We serve them Right is left Left is right And right is wrong. The pseudo serving traitorous Live among us With our naïve countenance Crypto spies Relaying information To be used against us Code names… Alexa and Siri. #DarkPoetsClub #DarkHumourBitterIrony