eyes

Eyes sidetrack and shake

Like the unforgotten glances

Held carefully between feeble fingers

Once fractured, but now mended.

Spooky eyes line the space beneath the door,

Staring

Forgotten tears overflow at the rim

Spilling through the space above the floor.

Walking never felt so damp

The black material of socks do not protect

There's a fine line between walking

And slipping

And falling.

The space surrounding faces feels heavy

Shrouds of energy wear me like a sticky cloak

Static, in its movements.

Safety does not feel near

In this strange paradox

That is more like a pandora's box

Aching in the belly and spread

Unevenly across the walls encasing bodies.

Where do I stand In this unfocussed lens?

Slippery

Like the tears from the spooky eyes

That line the space beneath the door.