Oil-paintings, pastels, pigments,
a memory captured in still-life.
Looking at dire expression
what i saw would last me a lifetime,
as beneath the black-lines my spirit would stir,
startling all those who would stare too deep.
So eerie was the blood bruised exterior
many could not move nor speak,
Paralyzed by fear
as in the distance there was a distant shriek.
Grotesque. Those who knew it
drew no breath.
Just from a single glance, a grimace,
felt like-the direst wrong.
I felt petrified,
as my own death, is what i had witnessed all along.