Fear Has Many Directions And No Maps.

A sound made without direction,
Directs my ill attention
Inward to the machinations,
Of a hurry to run to
As much as hide from
A corporeal pulsing which has me
Riding, yet writhing, along a topiary misdirection.

Categories: Art, Creative Writing, horror, illustration, Musings, Photography, Poetry, WritingTags: , , , , , , ,

1 comment

  1. Nice kind of Fear painting that goes well with your poem. Blue Fear. I did one too when i was in high school it was rather psychedelic.


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