Spiral Scream
By Ann K. Schwader
25 September 2006
Was this what you heard, Edvard Munch,
in that moment
when vision shrieked like a mad sunflower,
when the air turned blood
& event horizons
shimmered in the sunset?
Paint maelstroms into Milky Ways,
a bridge redshifts toward oblivion—
misshapen O
of summary horror,
parenthetical hands quoting void.
At the marrow of nature is death,
& you needed
no dismembered star to guide you:
you shared this galaxy's
endless scream
from the black hole of your birth.
Copyright © 2006 Ann K. Schwader
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Ann K. Schwader lives, writes, and Corgi-walks in Westminster, CO. Her Lovecraftian sonnet sequence In the Yaddith Time is forthcoming from Mythos Books. Her work has recently appeared in Mythic Delirium,
Tales of the Unanticipated, Dark Wisdom, and elsewhere, and has received numerous Honorable
Mentions in Year's Best Fantasy & Horror. She is a
member of SFWA, HWA, and SFPA.
You can find more of her work in our archives, in
Strange Stars & Alien Shadows,
Horrors Beyond,
The Weird Sonneteers, and
Architectures of Night, or on her website.
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