Sometimes he wouldn’t go away. Sometimes that shark, he looks right into you. Right into your eyes. You know the thing about a shark, he’s got lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at you, doesn’t seem to be living. Until he bites you and those black eyes roll over white.
Few other doodles of mine in the Complete Poetry of Edgar Allan Poe
I drew it for my sister’s birthday—something fun! I hope you all like it. <3
Thanks for looking!
My name’s Pitt, and your ass ain’t talkin’ your way outta this shit.