Twin children of Madame S. Archibald. Fond of collecting pet spiders, rare species of slugs and eating black pudding.

They stare at the wall, bulging eye and morose,

For they are not flesh but pale unearthly ghost.

And in these walls they forever dwell,

Unable to escape, unable to tell,

Of the secrets that trapped them in this place,

So echo their sorrow around the empty, forgotten space.

Nicola Milan 14/07/2017

Sketching and colouring to sweet jazz…

Too innocent to see, two eerie eyes staring back at thee…

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