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
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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