by I write a wide variety of poetry. I have written love poetry and haikus, but those are rare. Often I work out my painful experiences through poetry, or confusing and frustrating thoughts. Nature is a big inspiration for me. But then there are my favorites: I love fantasy, and I love horror. This poem is a horror-inspired piece.
HANGING PAINTING
Don’t look now,
But that painting is staring right at you.
I know what you’re thinking,
Isn’t that what paintings do,
Stare?
In one fixed direction, yes.
But that menacing glare has tracked
Every footstep you’ve taken
Around this room.
That enraged face
With bared teeth
And deeply etched brow
Has only intensified
From the moment you’ve walked in.
No, don’t look!
That’s what he wants.
If you give him your attention
You’ll be giving him life,
And then who knows what he is capable of.
Wait, who locked the door?
I didn’t.
Did you?
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