Blog Post by Joseph Chang

The Artist

On that day, a late June afternoon

Unaware was I, of the terror that was to come soon.

Following the suspicious reports of many

I came to face an artist whose presence seemed quite uncanny.

The man would inquire, how may he help me?

To which I allowed him to see the reports for which I came to see he.

But my suspicions would soon manifest

As I would find as the artist’s guest.

Soon I entered the man’s small, lonesome house,

Which showed no sign of a spouse.

A closer look would reveal something strange,

Paintings covering the walls with no apparent range.

Each of these, of another woman,

All with eyes that seemed to follow.

But what was stranger still,

Each I recognized as abducted and killed.

And with body’s faces never found,

Each case had never come around.

But at once, I felt an indescribable chill.

My heart went stiff, body to a standstill.

At a moment’s notice, I fled the site.

But the ensuing night, the house had vanished from sight.