Lea Porotov
About the Artist:
Lea is a sophomore who enjoys writing and photography. You may often find a darker theme in both of those mediums.
When Night Comes
Come night, he will take me
Hold me hostage to his games
I will be but part of his false reality
A puppet, strung along dark corridors
Of eternal dreams
Be it death or my wedding, he’ll be there
Shoving me along his cruel ploys
Strong fingers, pushing my eyelids down
Forcing me to watch as scene by scene pass by
He controls me,
thrusting me along the bends
of my sleeping, yet restless mind
The unblinking red eyes of a spider, watchful
As come morning, I brush the webs of sleep away
He’ll come again tonight
Beneath the Current
I fell
Slipped beneath the waves of sense,
Dove into the depths of reckless abandon
Emotions no longer controlled
Slashed at my eyes until I was blind
Blind to the actions of my fists
Which had grabbed his throat
Tightening around his pulsing arteries
But I surfaced,
Surfaced before his breath had stopped
And waited, panting in suspense,
As color drenched his pale face
Cannibal
Dragging the severed leg into her cave
Saliva hung from her cracked and bloody chops
Sitting on her haunches, she cocked her head
Crazed eyes staring into icy glazed ones
A long tongue emerged, circling her mouth
Beads of spittle dotted the pink mass of veins
… and she awoke, sweating, to a steady wail
Her stomach bloated and bursting
Frantically whipping her head, panic rising,
She turned to her baby…
the crib was empty
