Concerning the works of Room 13: Osseous,

All artwork and words are original to
Hannah Carpenter Pitkin unless noted otherwise.


a miraculously red birth.
Slowed heart,
skin of caveat.
Your mother hated you
for tearing her
the way
you did.

There was a small procession.
The tile was bare.

Naked you came.
Yet dressed as an angel

when we lowered you into the womb.



Chapter Doom: With A Smile

the bum broke her nose for five dollars.
      smooth fingertips after the slough off.

he'll hunt her until she's dead.


you have the most glorious laugh


and unexpectedly
 from her hands
were chimes
of the Devil himself
 singing the most holy
chorus of Amazing Grace
fooling all the children
into a march

strong footsteps
 such small feet


only the glaze between them was bursting, wetting all sights, campaigning in earnest without the clan backing. to the side, an off putting elder caressed his thighs, appreciative of the warmth in his own fingers. unimpressive gallows. letting past as past be let. they built new homes in the desert, wells a thousand years beneath them.