They say it’s like an earthquake –
The chaos so sudden
time begins to unravel.
light and then no light
Rain thick as blood
coating what’s left of the window.
River of broken glass
stealing what’s left of the moon.
Poem by Allison Goldstein (2024)
This is one of the poems that came from writing my horror collection, but didn’t make it into the final book. I wrote three of these poems (that I still really like), including “If You Want to Live” as writing exercises to get into the themes and tropes of horror films.
For a while I called these extra poems ‘appendixes’ and even tried them as chapter intros; but alas, they just needed to find a new home. Since the poems explore larger themes in horror vs. commenting on individual films, they didn’t seem to quite fit in with the chapbook, but I love them anyway for the spooky little poems they are. Perhaps they’ll be part of a larger, different collection eventually.
