My name is Eric Kapitan, I am a author from Vermont. I have just released my very first book titled Darkness: Poems of Extreme Horror. Let me just say this is not your typical poetry book by any means. I tried to blend traditional horror elements with more extreme aspects. You can find reviews of the book at the following sites
http://horrorunderground.org/2015/09/20 ... tober-5th/
http://www.dreadcentral.com/reviews/128 ... rror-book/
Here is a little taste of the type of poems found in the book
The Little Tiny Spider
Birds chirp.
Children Play.
It's quite the beautiful day.
The sun shines brightly over the earth.
Temperature reaches eighty-five degrees.
All the windows are open.
Letting in the air.
As well as other things.
A little tiny spider finds her way through.
Running her little legs over carpet.
She found herself a nice home.
Nightfall hits.
Lighting bugs flash in the grass.
Stars cover the dark sky.
A woman sleeps comfortably in bed.
The little tiny spider crawls up her leg.
She reaches her chest.
The woman yawns and moves her head.
She does not awake.
The little tiny spider continues to crawl.
She reaches her face, and goes up her nose.
She found herself a nice home.
Birds chirp.
Children play.
Another beautiful day.
The woman still lays in bed.
Her skin a lime green color.
Her eyes wide open, a pale dead white.
Little spider legs pierce through her eyes.
Thousands crawl out of the sockets.
They come out of her ears.
Pour out of her mouth.
They crawl out the windows,
still open in the house.
The book is available on Amazon in paperback and ebook format. Here is the direct link belowBirds chirp.
Children Play.
It's quite the beautiful day.
The sun shines brightly over the earth.
Temperature reaches eighty-five degrees.
All the windows are open.
Letting in the air.
As well as other things.
A little tiny spider finds her way through.
Running her little legs over carpet.
She found herself a nice home.
Nightfall hits.
Lighting bugs flash in the grass.
Stars cover the dark sky.
A woman sleeps comfortably in bed.
The little tiny spider crawls up her leg.
She reaches her chest.
The woman yawns and moves her head.
She does not awake.
The little tiny spider continues to crawl.
She reaches her face, and goes up her nose.
She found herself a nice home.
Birds chirp.
Children play.
Another beautiful day.
The woman still lays in bed.
Her skin a lime green color.
Her eyes wide open, a pale dead white.
Little spider legs pierce through her eyes.
Thousands crawl out of the sockets.
They come out of her ears.
Pour out of her mouth.
They crawl out the windows,
still open in the house.
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Thank you very much for your interest and time
