The Dark Corner

BY MAC LOGAN   Smothered, hidden, cobweb-bound, cached facets twitch yet gather dust. No casement dare transparent show the fury, dread and craven lust.   There in the dark, restrained, they twitch … and sob and spark and never die. Deep in seams of psyche hid, caged, not dormant. Wild, they lie.   Pupae-like they squirm and strain, mutating, breakout ever near. Unpredicted, crouched to pounce, where lost control leaks … Continue reading The Dark Corner