| Lisa Ulibarri |
| I am a multimedia artist . I have a column in Black Petals magazine as well i write horror and poetry,.. whatever inspires me at the moment. for more info about me see my artist page. |
| Excerpt from Tortured Soul comming out soon in the Raging Horrormones anthology Lisa Ulibarri The passion of the moment gone in what felt like some cosmic marionette show with them as the star performers. Flesh controlled; souls tormented and the awareness that they were truly fucked clouding their minds. Their screams of fear only making it come faster. They tried to part from one another, but alas the wind swirled more forceful and tighter each moment as to draw them closer; beyond the closeness of two individuals. Yet they tried, the forces pushing and pulling them together, flesh fusing into a grotesque tortured mass. The air permeated by laughter, that otherwise would have sounded ethereal, seeming to seal their doom. |
| untitled poem Lisa Ulibarri I feed on your hypocracy i feed on your lies.. knowing forever I will be well supplied Who needs blood when there is so much greed your putrid wound never ceasing to bleed |
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| Exerpt from Hell Crow Lisa Ulibarri Seemed pa was driving in slow motion. He put his face back in the window couldn't be that close. Saw it smile its evil smile. Hideous teeth, dripping with saliva. Cold trickles of sweat began running down his now pure white face. Timothy turned and looked at his father who was looking straight at the road, oblivious to the terror. He looked around more, those they passed smiling. All seemed to be going in slow motion, even the trickles dripping down his face. He looked at it again. Had to be his imagination running away with him, as before. The same smile. The same hideously evil smile greeted him, seeming to call out to him. They passed it. |