A vast expansion of blackness.
Two circling holes.
White and wide.
The makings of a face.
An over-reaching arch of darkness.
Ten empty stretches.
Black and tact.
Hands open to embrace.
That face.
Those hands.
There is something of the night about that ghoulish man.
That face.
Those hands.
There is something of the night about that ghoulish man.
- Author: RickyMcG ( Offline)
- Published: August 10th, 2017 04:48
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 16
Comments1
A fine write RWM. Hey, how did you know I just looked in the mirror, and that was what I saw?! I.e. me! heehee.
Thanks very much 🙂 I'm glad you took the time to read it.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.