Long Voyage by Kristine Ong Muslim     Across the husks of cities long abandoned into corridors of dust and silence, you never turn your head to look back. At night, the desert air turns cold. You continue to follow what is left of the ghost of the North Star overhead. Strange forests and seas gleam with unnatural light, beckoning from afar. Nipping at your skin, the walls of the giant maze pulse with every wrong turn. The skyline is frosted into a white and fuzzy shadow of a smile. Black dogs follow your trail to hell.     More about this author Discuss this poem in the Community Forum     Fantastic Horror Issue #11 Page Top