Terry Miller lives in Portsmouth, Ohio. His work has been featured in Sanitarium Magazine, Devolution Z, Jitter, Rhysling Anthology 2017, Poetry Quarterly, Siren’s Call Ezine, The Horror Tree’s Trembling With Fear, Organic Ink Vol. I, the Dark Drabble Anthology Series from Black Hare Press, and O Unholy Night In Deathlehem.
She speaks syrupy sweet
Working a serpent tongue
Words of velvet, indiscreet,
In her unholy song are sung.
In praise of Cernunnos,
Her lust inwardly writhes.
His legend the forest knows,
Immune to the Reaper’s scythe.
His scent upon the Autumn air,
A pheromonal presence calls.
She draws near his body bare,
Submits to his immortal thrall.
Bless the night as two are one,
Otherworldly creatures praise;
For unto them’s conceived a son
Destined to set the world ablaze.
Victor Cabitchi (Moldova)
MIRROR
Victor Cabitchi is a young author from Chisinau, Moldova. He writes both adult and teen horror in Russian and English. Victor got his Bachelor’s degree from the American University in Bulgaria before deciding to come back and settle in his home city. He currently works as a project manager in a translation company.
1
At the back of the antique shop,
Covered by an inch-thick cloth,
Stands a mirror on the floor,
With a story to be told.
Splendid shapes of dark wood frame,
Surface just a little pale,
Couple o’ scratches on the side,
As a sign of years gone by.
2
It was made in the 1800s,
In a studio in London,
Its creator, a young man,
Went by name of John McPhan.
At the age of twenty-one,
All at once he fell in love.
John’s sweetheart, Susie Laurie—
Pure example of grace and glory.
Happy way over the moon,
Thoughts of marriage coming soon.
Little the young John knew
Of a trouble to ensue.
On the most important question,
Susie’s harsh words left him staring.
Disbelief, digestion, anger,
Waved through as he heard the answer.
Susie chose another man
Plenty richer than McPhan,
With his own estate in Hampton
And a title of a baron.
John himself was not a beggar,
But could not do any better
Than contributing his fair share,
To McPhan’s mirror affair.
It is worth to point out,
The affair was thriving stout,
McPhan’s mirror’s getting praised,
Well beyond the banks of the Thames.
3
Time has passed, the wounds healed,
Or at least so John believed.
After Susie left him hopeless,
Work became his only focus.
Shredded pieces of his heart,
Like a mirror broken hard,
Just could not be glued together, 
