Southwest
Gothic
weather vanes spinning wildly even though
there's no wind
sunsets bathing everything in saturated light before all the color disappears
old homesteads leaning to one side
everything covered in cobwebs
walking in the desert alone
but you're not alone
someone on the crest is crawling with you
waking up to the sound of a complete downpour but looking outside and it hasn't rained even a drop
your walls have eyes
and they've seen
sunsets bathing everything in saturated light before all the color disappears
old homesteads leaning to one side
everything covered in cobwebs
walking in the desert alone
but you're not alone
someone on the crest is crawling with you
waking up to the sound of a complete downpour but looking outside and it hasn't rained even a drop
your walls have eyes
and they've seen
Midwest
Gothic
abandon farms
silos that are slowly turning back into the earth
street lights that flicker as you pass them
empty streets in the middle of the night, but you still hear footsteps behind you
someone looking at you from a curtained window, then you blink and they’re gone
storm sirens at 2 AM
an old radio carackling on, even though no one touched it
the endless fields know your fears
silos that are slowly turning back into the earth
street lights that flicker as you pass them
empty streets in the middle of the night, but you still hear footsteps behind you
someone looking at you from a curtained window, then you blink and they’re gone
storm sirens at 2 AM
an old radio carackling on, even though no one touched it
the endless fields know your fears
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
"You
keep
a lot
to yourself
because
it's
difficult
to find
people
who
understand."
⁻ᵀᵘᵐᵇˡʳ
ocean man, take me
by the hand. lead me
to the land, that
you understand.
sometimes i
feel like i only dream
in black and
white
but everything I'm not,
made me everything I am
