East Coast
Gothic
foggy piers
something large and unknown washing up onto the shore
the end of the beach disappearing into the storm
shade of the forest, leaving patterned shadows and tricking your eyes
overgrown tombstones
old houses painted black, shuttered windows
an outbuilding in the middle of the woods, the forest has moved inside
you know someone lives there
figures between the trees, whispering
something large and unknown washing up onto the shore
the end of the beach disappearing into the storm
shade of the forest, leaving patterned shadows and tricking your eyes
overgrown tombstones
old houses painted black, shuttered windows
an outbuilding in the middle of the woods, the forest has moved inside
you know someone lives there
figures between the trees, whispering
