Shadow Whisperer at the Black Hole Hotel, by Kelda Crich
First published in Dark Horizons 2012
Twist and turn the genetic skein,
and produce a viewing machine.
Here is the peculiar woman, born and bred
for the uncanny.
In the Black Hole Hotel
cusping singularity held in stasis,
dark shadows stutter on the walls.
Standing at the foot of your bed,
Your future-lives, bled from her head.
Here made real.
Don’t get too close to the peculiar woman.
Don’t look into her ink-space face.
Or twist and turn, you’ll fall,
within her mystery.
And you’ll never leave,
The Black Hole Hotel.
Add your life to the residents’ list.
You never had a future,
only the longing.
Kelda Crich is a new born entity. She’s been lurking in her creator’s mind for a few years. Now she’s out in the open. Find her in London looking at strange things in medical museums or on her blog: http://keldacrichblog.blogspot.com/
Posted on October 9, 2014, in Issue 15: Elves & Spacerockets and tagged aliens, creepy, dark, drabble, e-zine, fantasy, genre blender, horror, monsters, poem, poetry, science fiction, The Were-Traveler. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.