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Grotesque Outworlder

Greg Prince
Midnight Mosaic Fiction
3 min readJun 21, 2019

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Deathly alien prowl.

Sly on the spy.
Windows in auburn skies.
I am dead and I am alive.
Blackened blood dripping in every breath.
Where goes my desire?
Where goes my sweet death?
There is no rest and I sweat piercing acid.
Tastes prick at my tongue sour and acrid.
Ahead is your demise and it calls to me like warmth I can’t resist.
My heart is a smooth stone fleeing from real.
Taken, the depth to learn and feel.
Robbed of a fountain announcing new life.
Scared and striking out sympathy cuts as a razor-edged knife.

Devour I Must!

Boiling in my veins, ravishing flesh lust.
Parasitic and strange I thirst for the prize.
Is there a twinkle left to consume, a mount to climb and rise.
Senses assault reason with their primeval thrust.
Visions of vampires and zombies fill imaginations.
I am both but neither, in this you can trust.
But a hybrid, monstrous and morphing from each kind I devour.
An ongoing creation, a horrific yet beautiful and evolving flower.
Secret, shaded, persisting power.
My mind a growing shadow tower.
You have no escape and time will run out.
Erased will be your comforts.
Erased will be your doubts.

Eat I shall!

Some will call me MONSTER!
A kinder word there might not be.
Slaughter and destruction are all I seek.
You need not worry yourself to believe in me.
Belief is…

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Greg Prince
Midnight Mosaic Fiction

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.