She walks around the house,
In search of something,
Something beautiful,
Something artistic.She comes across his artwork,
Human sculptures,
She looks at one,
And she's amazed.Then she touches it,
And she feels it's warmth,
It's softness.
She looks closer,
And she realizes,
That it's not a sculpture,
But a body,
A human body,
A body,
With no life.
No breath.
No heartbeat.
She is startled,
And she looks around.The Date's house,
Is still,
Silent,
Empty,
Alone,
And as she slowly turns,
She sees,
The Date,
Standing right behind her.She freezes in fear,
As the Date slowly walks towards her,
And she can feel his eyes,
Piercing through her.He grabs her,
And he begins to drag her away,
And she knows,
She is his next piece of artwork,
A masterpiece in the hands of an evil artist.
YOU ARE READING
My Soul In Verse.
Poetry𝐌𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐎𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫. 𝐀 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐈 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝑰𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔, 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑨...