Eulogy For A Bad Horror Movie

Abhradeep Bhattacharjee


Fall, wisp, hurt and slip;

On the edge

Of a receipt— the air

Is ripe for fattening

And gorging

On your tongue—

Crawl, lisp, across the minutiae

Of openings and renderings

Of words,

The will to anoint

Will bleed them out

Before nothing.

Teeth ash

And fingers wander

In the movie hall, and

Disappointments like this

Never fail

To terrify me.


4 thoughts on “Eulogy For A Bad Horror Movie”

  1. One reads a poem and one reads into a poem. This poem induces the reader to do the latter. The concluding lines not only sum up the poem but the times we live in.

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