Dark, Freestyle, Horror, Poetry, Writing

Begin Again

As you step through the oak door, Its hinges shrilly creaking, The cycle begins again

Dark, Emotions, Freestyle, Poetry, Writing

The Portrait

The picture rests atop a pristine ivory canvas, Strokes of ebony ink rippling across its surface, Shallow raven black streams that weave together An ornate portrait of a not so distant past Within its little hidden details, the story Of a once happy family slowly unravels