Young ballerinas grapple with personal demons and their relentlessly ambitious ballet instructor.
She relinquished her control
Into my steady hands, the untamed part
Of her that had split open throats
And hearts through heaviest of armors.
A young girl’s obsession with teeth escalates, until alien forces become involved.
A strange mansion. A young servant. A rich couple. And a house spirit watching everything unfold.
“Come outside, dearest mine.
Come taste the spring honey
drip-drip-dripping from every hive.” Read this dark poem by Avra Margariti.
The poltergeists leave the darkroom the way they came: faceless. Read this beautiful poem by Avra Margariti, only on The Dread Machine.
(What are humans but an amalgamation
of meat and electricity?) Read this unsettling poem by Avra Margariti.