Puncturing The Garden Hoses

It’s spooky season, kids. May you be filled with nails. Oops… I meant to say light. Yeah, light. That’s it.

A breath
Oxygen
Realization⠀

An expected guest
An obligation
To mosquito deliverance⠀

Fingernails, arms,
Ankles, wrists
Then toilets, sickness,
Clenched fists⠀

Endings demure
Science will secure⠀

A thoughtful plague
Comes
Vertical
Through the
Spine⠀

Heightened
Awareness


©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell

From the book Dark Matter – Poems of Horror and Depravity

Dark Matter - Poems of Horror and Depravity by Kevin Trent Boswell
Dark Matter
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Author: Kevin Trent Boswell

Kevin Trent Boswell is a thing that once blinked briefly in and out of existence. It made noises and gestures while it lasted. The exact nature of its demise is unclear. Some sources say it collapsed beneath the weight of entropy and time. Other tertiary evidence suggests the possibility that it was destroyed by a predator, an accident, or perhaps even by itself. The truth of the matter is unknown. Luckily, no one cares.

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