Aug 1, 2022

Poetry prompt № 5.



in the driver’s seat

every night…

Just like you

that frosted Dec. night

of your accident.

& that night you,

friend & brother,

devoured both barrels

of the feral, metallic

death machine.

(putting that beautiful mind through a thresher of brain matter and bone.)




Wess Haubrich

Horror, crime, noir with a distinctly southwestern tinge. I am a former contributor editor of an award-winning film site and other projects too.