art gothique

the core of her darkness
a chaotic mystery
veils of black velvet
shrouded her history
aromatic tragedies
streamlined our frequency

~Cherokee Soul

She smiles.

Mona Lisa removes her mask
She claws her way out of the
painting. Her jail cell, her
solitary confinement for all
these years. She’s angry. She’s
deranged. Unhinged. Unstable.
Uncanny. Insane. Released
unto the mad, mad, mad world.
Will you run? Or will you know
that she always, always, always…
catches up with you? Now
you know, why Mona Lisa smiles.