The Dark Eyes

The Dark Eyes
The dark eyes, they watch me.
I’m frozen here in my fear…
I’m angry, not scared.
I’m pissed…
The itchy fingers on my brain…
So black, no whites of the eyes…
But you know they follow you…
Tap, tap… An index finger on my Cortex…
It’s watching me still, like a lab experiment.
Isolated and disagreeable…
A palm on my Hypothalamus…
Dark eyes watching…
My mouth dry…
Murder me…
T.L. Stafford
1-27-2019

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