Tuesday


It doesn’t belong to me this creature

In its prison, it stares, but the eyes don’t even mark my surface.

Where is he even going? We rub layers, liars, I see, with eyes half open, lives half shut. Shiver now in his empty stare.

Glancing, back and fourth, trying to come back, to see something. But some things lead to nowhere. I know.
Nothing to offer, nothing to say.
the surface layer is broken and pop cherry eyes open, closing closing pinch by pinch. Poke by poke to turn me off. Look by look to bore my bones. Senseless, we are senseless. Word by word by word by word. Blah by blah by blah by blah. Then Close my eyes and he can’t be. In me. And nowhere to be seen! Only crawling lashes shutter over the skin. Eyes that move slow-ly, and mow through me. The lashings of his look mean nothing new.

And then, an awkward tickle to make me scream
a touch so sucky, that I can’t be.
Turn over and cry.
Don’t touch me.

This time I tell him

'As long as you see everything, you'll never see a thing...'

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