ALEXIS CHILD hails from Toronto, Canada: horror in its purest form. She works at a Call Crisis Centre befriending demons of the mind that roam freely amongst her writings.
Alexis lives with a Calico-cat child sleuthing all that goes bump in the night. Her poetry and fiction have been featured in numerous online and print publications, including Black Petals, Estronomicon eZine, Midnight Lullabies Anthology, Sein und Werden, Sinfully Twisted Magazine, Tales of the Talisman, Whispers of Wickedness and elsewhere.
Her book, Devil in the Clock, will be released in print in the near future by Witchfinder Press. Visit her website.
Editor’s note: The rhymes in this poem are very subtle. Some are end rhymes, some internal rhymes, e.g victim-affliction, despair-air, soul-console, sleep-seeking, lies-paradise, infinity-flee. We thought this was a stellar example of how rhyming words can enhance a poem even when there is no repeating rhyme scheme. ~ GVB
Depths of My Affliction
To your charms
I have fallen victim
Enslaved by desire
I am bound by affliction
The urn of despair.
I breathe in the memory of my muse
Languish in unforgiving and taciturn air
The exquisite echo of your voice angelical
Is restorative potion
To revive this anguished soul.
Console this loveless corpse
Destined to live, not sleep
In the darkened abyss
Where my heart lies
Seeking paradise obscure.
Condemned to a vast infinity
Where you flee my deranged cry!
