HORROR Poem: BLACK MAGIC by Ben Gilbert

You write about the gutter
But you’ve never tasted pavement.

Black magic is everywhere
Especially in your head.

Stop thinking clever like
It doesn’t suit you.

And never forget that
God gave man writing
To put
Confusion
In its head.

There’s no almost in life
So just quit
Before you get beat.

Time’s up
Did you screw up