The Drawing

This was an effort to make something effective while playing with shaping on the lines.

I drew

with a black

narrow pointed pen

the fragments of my mind

and prayed that it would work

and made the runes I saw within

and traced the snarling faces I saw

and it grew, and grew, till it consumed

the page, the world, the universe I saw

it all filled with lines, and twists and curves

and I put them down on the page, letting it live

letting this madness, this evil folly, grow to giant size

until it started writing itself a new face, an evil grin

I saw things I had not drawn before, that it drew

and it pulled me in and smiled so sweetly

and I found “myself” left behind “itself”

and my body slowly left control

churning thoughts drew still

I started screaming

and was silenced

by a voice

it said

I’ll draw

and I drew it in

and crafted myself a smile

and made myself whole, and strong

and built myself back up to giant size

but it’s still here inside me

waiting for it’s chance

to be drawn back in

I shouldn’t let it

but the images are lovely

I think...

I’ll start to draw them

and maybe this time

it will be different...