They watch me every night
The eyes in the woods
glowing like golden embers
They watch
those eyes
slow moving
floating between the trunks of trees
any soul that dare passes by
deceptive eyes
piercing the pitch black night
my own eyes blink
Are those really eyes staring back at me?
The eyes of a cryptid?
The eyes of a local folklore?
Or only the lights of blinking fireflies?
Elusive eyes
that watch me every night
there and gone
like golden embers
fading into the darkness
as my own eyes blink
Even when I cannot see them
I know that they are there
floating between the trunks of trees
watching any soul that dare passes by
About the Creator
Jasmine Aguilar
Fascinated by pop culture and its effect on society... movies, music, books.. and pretty much anything.
I love writing and write a little bit of everything including a science fiction WIP!
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