pots-and-pans

Eyes

Watching

waiting

footsteps on the stairs

footprints on her heart

 

Flames

climbing and climbing 

eating everything in their path

destroying everything in her life

 

She sees them

in people's eyes

small and large, blue and green and brown

alive

 

A difference, there

Different colors and shapes

set in faces with different skin

and yet, so persistently alive

 

She stands in a wooden house

wearing clothes made of cotton

and in her hand, a match

alight

 

The eyes may blink and turn

they might be alive

but she isn't

not anymore

Comments2

  • orchidee

    Good write Pots - spooky though!

  • Goldfinch60

    Good write with a dark ending.



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