Nibblegrim Cobb

Meet Nibblegrim Cobb, the ghost with a name too big for his body and a conscience too heavy for his size.

He didn’t mean for the accident to happen (no one remembers what it was), but he’s been haunting his own guilt ever since.

He hoards candy corn “not for the taste, but for the color. It’s the most hopeful candy,” he says. “Light pretending to be food.”

Terrible at scaring. Once, he startled a houseplant and apologized for a week.

Still keeps a bedtime. Ghost or not, he believes in routine.

His dark secret: he can’t leave a place he’s loved without taking something; a trinket, a smell, a heartbeat. Not on purpose; he just hates saying goodbye. Every place he adores grows a little hollower once he’s gone.

His eyes aren’t empty holes, but mirrors. Look too long, and you’ll see what you miss most.

Acrylic on Paper
8 x 9 inches
Miunted and secured in a clear, archival sleeve.