Best Forgotten

Buried somewhere north of Vegas
hidden under cleansing sage
lies a man who’s best forgotten.

Fallen from a fit of rage
he left too many lost and broken
others only cold and bare
were forced to watch in empty terror
haunted by his crimson glare
at things not meant for mortal vision.

Humans find no kindred souls
in what resides beyond the curtain
where only devils dare to go.

You’d best forget you’ve heard this story.
Forget the path unto his grave
if only for your own survival
—you’re one too many souls to save.


Debra Kraft  Debra Kraft's website is a member of the Science Fiction Poetry Association and loves to spend time she never has living alternate lives through speculative writing. She finds it ironic and somewhat inspiring to share a zip code with Hell (Michigan).

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