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DRUNK MONKEYS IS A Literary Magazine and Film Blog founded in 2011 featuring short stories, flash fiction, poetry, film articles, movie reviews, and more

Editor-in-chief KOLLEEN CARNEY-HOEPFNEr

managing editor

chris pruitt

founding editor matthew guerrero

POETRYThe Eyes of the Abyss

POETRYThe Eyes of the Abyss

Drunk Monkeys

Nietzsche warned us not to look
long into the abyss, or it will look long
into us.

I have looked many times into the
wretched eyes, coven blackened from
worship, eyes with no spark.
They burrow through my head,
my innocence served up like a buffet.
I know the fecal notes from this Satan's breath.

I’ve never personally met the Devil, just
a lot of his devotees. I have looked
long into the abyss, the void, the black hole
leaching off my soul, down to the marrow.
I no longer trust. I never totally feel safe, 
I never completely relax, I never sleep deeply. 
I’m afraid of the dark. 
I no longer believe in God. 

Each of the Devil's mentors left their
malignant fingerprints inside my head, 
forever. I know the Devil exists -- I'm
related to a few of his flunkies.

more poetry
POETRYThe Witch
POETRYThe Witch

a little too close
to where my ex and I
wanted to live

POETRYThe Devil’s Fingers
POETRYThe Devil’s Fingers

spider up her thigh in the dimly lit room
held down, stared down
embers of the abyss snap around her

POETRYLast Names
POETRYLast Names

My father sexually abused me.
When I got married,
I hyphenated my name.

No one questioned it at the time.
But in the middle of my parents’ late divorce,
everyone wants to know about names.

POETRYShe Followed Him Down
POETRYShe Followed Him Down

the face of a man beside her bed.

Some
ill in the       room.

POETRYThe Eyes of the Abyss
POETRYThe Eyes of the Abyss

Nietzsche warned us not to look
long into the abyss, or it will look long
into us.

POETRYHe Knew There Was More
POETRYHe Knew There Was More

It was       finally
his home until
abruptly
his mind flashed
all the times he had entered       a
boy

POETRYLove Conquers All
POETRYLove Conquers All
POETRYAlready Vulnerable
POETRYAlready Vulnerable

i was depressed,
and i wanted
to take a
walk;
you said you'd join me—
didn't mean i wanted
netflix and chill,

POETRYSickness
POETRYSickness

it happened before words came
to tell me how to feel about it
newly connected neurons torn apart
or perverted— 
forever firing blanks into the microbiological air

POETRYLessons
POETRYLessons

As a child
The lessons taught
Can bring a pain never thought.

The lessons on trust
And heartache
Sear the soul. 

POETRYShe Followed Him Down

POETRYShe Followed Him Down
POETRYHe Knew There Was More

POETRYHe Knew There Was More
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