My horror poem “Roommate” is now free to read in Haven Spec Magazine.
The day after Danny died of pneumonia
He came downstairs to call the landlord.
I watched trembling from the kitchen
As he rasped and bubbled into his
phone, “Damp’s gotten worse,
you need to get down here.”
“Danny, you’re dead,” I said,
“They took you away in a bag.”
He just smiled, his teeth mossy green,
And said, “Just settling up, mate.”
