Thunderstruck By Sandy DeLuca, Alex S. Johnson and Alea Celeste Williams
Serpents writhe…
bats ascend
from a crumbling steeple…
souls to rend
Many died there…
trapped in gray-black purgatory
slippery as dreams
glimpsed in pools of mercury
He's left behind
a ladder of screams…
skeletons piled high
his face is so pale and wan
his fingers make you die
We make love here, so passionate
our coupling conjures the dead…
cruel and lovely as your velvet eyes
and the thorned roses
that lie between your thighs
Hell awaits, I'm thunderstruck
a captured slave, bereft of luck
it doesn’t matter what my fate
I crave your kiss
for its own sake
the way your body moves
with the ghosts who haunt this place.
We’re all doomed to Hades…
lords and ladies
to dark waters
beneath this steeple…
to the endless rush of your dark heart
our lives are meaningless, our efforts feeble
The blade's so beautiful, glinting in moonlight.
It cuts so deep…
it cuts so right
through scars of bad luck
I bleed
I need
I’m Thunderstruck
Sandy DeLuca is an American novelist, poet, and painter, a two-time Bram Stoker nominee, born in Providence, RI, who has lived in New England her entire life.
Alex S. Johnson is a nonbinary transgender author and editor from California, known for works in Bizarro, erotica, horror, and science fiction, who has also worked as a music journalist and English professor.
Alea Celeste Williams, also known as Pickles, is a poet, artist, and activist, a dedicated UFOlogist, and a healer with dyslexia and dyscalculia.