FATED whispers into her ear: you kill me with need. ~ Joseph A. Pinto © Copyright 2017 Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.
FATED whispers into her ear: you kill me with need. ~ Joseph A. Pinto © Copyright 2017 Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.
‘MEMORIAL‘ Treat yourself for under a buck to dark horror fiction perfect for the haunting season now on your Kindle. EXCERPT: “I believe it’s pointless to ask, Anthony. Those days have long past. Plainly you can see this.” With mournful eyes, the man sipped his bourbon, while into his chest, as if some wounded animal, …
You stole the moon for me. I lost myself in the constellations I traced along your skin the night becoming a vacuum; something ours alone. I bottled your sweet sighs while you weren’t watching, memorized the flutter of your eyes and the songs we kissed to will play over and over again in my head; …
What better way to kick off summer than with a horror tale about a torturous and heartbreaking love? Of course, I’m talking about MEMORIAL, my short story released specifically for Kindle platforms. Intrigued? Well please allow me to entice you a bit more with an excerpt from MEMORIAL: “I believe it’s pointless to ask, Anthony. …
YOUR ANSWER And for every answer you want from me, I ask how could I be without you? And for every reason you demand of me, I ask how could I flow if my river runs dry? I know you tire of the constant game of tag we seem to play but without your laughs …
PAINT-BY-NUMBERS Little girl, you shoo the gargoyles standing sentinel watch within my heart and allow me to ride white fluffed unicorns alongside you; you, my elegant, eternal sunshine. You erase the horror from my world and fill my soul with rainbow hues of paint-by-numbers. © Copyright 2014 Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.
OF A DARKER ART Got hell in mouth Devil on tongue Voodoo mama on brain Demon in heart. Dig bones from dirt Bury spleens in hearth Keep gris-gris round neck Darkness never part. Never sell this spell But steal your charm Tongue flick tail rattle, baby Yeah, snake round arm. But hell in mouth Need …
MOLD I saw you there; in the half-light of candle you seemed a flickering wraith but the pruned expression with which you regarded me only served to extinguish me further. I wished to reach out, to reshape the face I once recognized but clay only hardens if left to serve testament to air. © Copyright …
HEARD Silence; a river running through my head; train cries in the distance its solace muffled much the way I am unable to find my tongue. Fog clouding the window—it’s unbearable but the droplets streaking the glass expose highways, crossroads the likes of which I’ll never have the nerve to explore. Still in my head …
I‘m fuzzy at the edges while you scrape sharp lines at each of my corners. I try to protect myself but still you find a way around my childproof barriers. A chord is struck each time your mouth twists and I feel toddler small— spanked in self-serving lessons of obedience, cheeks reddened; chest heaving with …
Joseph A. Pinto 