The cracks of lightning
Glisten off the strands
Of the spiderweb in the corner.
Hail pummels the window,
Violently, decisively,
The heavens trying to break through into the room.
There's a stench of vanilla candles,
Trying and failing to cover the scent of mold,
The scent of death.
They forgot to cover the mirrors.
I sense the presence of evil
Passing through the portal,
Drawn as inexorably as a compass to true north.
My poor dear ones,
There is nothing I can do,
I must move on.
About the Creator
Catsidhe
Pronounced Cat-she: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat-s%C3%ACth
What can I say about myself?
A mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a walking coffin
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Comments (3)
Wow. This is so captivating and well written! Every line of this was so impactful!
May you find yourself in heaven several hours before Satan even knows your dead.
Darkly beautiful