Dark

Prompt: As the guts fill with sheer terror, My cup falls, opens a burrow. Pitch black hands rise and come forward, To reach me, with long arms narrow. As one lastly grasps my neck, It injects, with black, spine’s marrow, As floor&#039;s crumbling, I’m pulled, To a nightmare, filled with sorrow.
Face enhance: No
Upscale &amp; Enhance: 0
Aspect Ratio: portrait

More about Dark

It responds very well to the sentiment in the poem fragment, but this time it did not interpret the words, but only the sentiment.

#poetry