The night inside
your eyes stares back
like jaguar hunger carved in topaz,
like both barrels
of something loaded.

Even your shadow holds
that obsidian edge.

I turn away, touch silver
for my soul,
& keep on walking.
Not all who harbor darkness
fear the light.

Author Bio

Ann K. Schwader lives and writes in Westminster, CO. She is an active member of both SFWA and HWA. Her poems have recently appeared in Tales of the Unanticipated, The Magazine of Speculative Poetry, Icarus Ascending, Star*Line, and elsewhere.

Her Lovecraftian dark poetry collection The Worms Remember is available from Hive Press.

Ann also has a story coming out in May in The Darker Side (Roc) and Ann's chapbook collection of horror & dark SF poetry, Architectures of Night, is forthcoming from Dark Regions Press.

Other poems by Ms. Schwader
In the Canyon Lands
For All the Starlost
Deep Sky Desert
In Darker Skies of Mind
Markian 348
You Know They're Watching

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