Miracle Man

Poetry, prose, horror, weird, fiction, and art

“Take pity on me,” he says.

The Miracle Man


See his clockwork innards

Working twenty-four seven

For the rest of his life

No death for him

“Take pity on me,” he says

“All my friends are dead . . .

Swallowed up by the bitterness

Of the savage elements.

Ravages by time.

The centuries passed and even their

Skeletons died.”

But there shall be no peace

For the Miracle Man.



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