K. Andrew Turner writes queer, literary, and speculative prose and poetry. He teaches and mentors writers near Los Angeles. In 2013, he founded East Jasmine Review—an electronic literary journal. He was a semifinalist for the 2016 Luminaire Award, and his chapbook “Gymlationship” is now available on Amazon. You can find more at his website: www.kandrewturner.com
by K. Andrew Turner
Grimoires, secret and full of splendor,
old and dusty tomes forbidding.
Raised my wand above their pages,
chanted there a moment. Waited.
Watching, saw a gruesome figure
stumble ‘round until it spied me.
Red eyes dark and mesmerizing
struck my heart with fearsome
pounding, pounding battering ram.
“Let me enter, mortal man
let me devour soul and skin
taste the sweet and sav’ry flesh”
said it to me that winter morn.
Strong, I tore my eyes from it’s gaze and
let the wounds upon my soul fade away.
Light, cerulean clean cleaved the figure
Then, I knew my soul was rent. The
worst of me gone forever there, that cold
Thus, was rid of part of me
Shut the tome, the grimoire dark and still,
shuffled off to join the day, now free of
Shadow, free of Night and free of life.