The Eyes
A Particularly Disturbing Dream
There are eyes.
Everywhere.
Blinking from the walls.
Cringing closed against the floors.
Wide open and unfazed
above me on the ceilings.
Retreating outdoors solves nothing,
the eyes follow.
They float along with the breeze
and glare from the trees.
Lazy blinks show and obscure the sky.
There is no escaping the eyes.
I am the only one disturbed.
The only one that notices.
The only one thats neck
continues to tingle
even as the thought that
the eyes are natural
settles in my head.
The eyes do not
seem to care that stepping on
them makes me squeamish.
They don’t seem to mind when
I bump into them
after being shoved into the wall.
The eyes watch
uncaring, barely interested
as the knife is slipped out from under
my ribs.
The eyes watch me fall.
The ones below blink away my blood
as though they are crying it.
The eyes watch me clutch at a
wound and bleed out.
The eyes watch me die.
The eyes watch me wake.
The eyes watch me have
to go about another day.
The eyes watch me
slowly unravel.
The eyes watch me die
and wake,
die and wake.
The eyes watch me.
There are eyes.
Everywhere.
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Comments (3)
The eye Dreams are the creepiest! Well done.
This is amazingly creepy. Very well done.
Loved the rhythm and pacing of this poem, looking forward to more of your work!