's 2020 Horror Write-off:


Submitted by H. Tom

Two candles glow beside the bed, and I
Repose beside them, lit by my own lie
Projected outward from this screen to me.
Or is that sequence backwards? I impart,
If I trust anything, the start
Of all the falsehood in the fakes I see.

The candles are electric, like the cord
Connecting this machine to its supply
Of power, insofar as I
Myself cannot alone afford
It all its might. The yellow light
Of three devices dominates the night.