I don't read poetry that often, but when I do, I make it horror. Sara Tantlinger's debut collection is brilliant. I can't say enough about it. The poems are heavy hitting. They delve into love, lust, pain, loss, and suffering. No two poems are alike. Some will make you cringe. Some will make you wince. Others will make you feel uncomfortable. What's not to like?
The poems are emotional, shedding light on the best and worst of humanity. In these pages, you will find some pretty memorable poems. I would like to share my favorite.
I got lost between
Crystal Head vodka
and chewing stereo wires,
trying to recreate the way
your tongue tastes like
drunken sparks against mine.
That is powerful! There are several poems that will make your jaw drop. I had to put the book down because there were some poems that creeped me out. Some poems made me want to jump in the shower because I felt so dirty afterward.
Our love is like a skinned rat,
ugly and exposed, secreting
the stench of puss and rot.
The grime of our deceit sticks
to the pink wrinkles of our flesh,
bared little lies that we scrurry
to hide from. We seek dark corners
to conceal our inflamed eyes,
stained nails, and the flayed open
stench of what we pretend to be
behind decaying walls
in forgotten houses.
Sara Tantlinger has a bright future in the horror genre. The poems are well written and arranged perfectly. I also dig the cover art. I can't wait to read her next collection.
5/5 stars! ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐