But nature is a stranger yet;
The ones that cite her most
Have never passed her haunted house,
Nor simplified her ghost.
To pity those that know her not
Is helped by the regret
That those who know her, know her less
The nearer her they get. 163 followers / 5.6k words
When I look over my shoulder all I see is a star shining through a dark hole and hear a strange sound like wind crying out through the trees or the creaking of limbs a dark shape passing over the moon like an omen of a mad woman I once knew a ghost ship spreading her legs like a cross arms reaching out her name lost to my memory something that sounds much like my doom.
I painted a pretty picture In my mind Of what life should be Perfection and beauty Reflected in each stroke I painted a place For me to feel safe Content Satisfied Now I'm trapped In this painting And can't seem to escape No matter how hard I try