Ecstatic,
an emerald green,
shone so bright,
but your vision remained
unimpaired.
A soft white
noise
echoed in the dark
so unheard
that
desperate for some recognition,
decided to do the most
monstrous things.
A creature
still and breathing
eyes fixed
on a spot behind
so looking through you,
it ignored all the
pain and
red flesh
that bridged the gap
between it and its target.
A smile crawled up onto your face
unworried by the danger ahead.
Too many scars had
left you numb
to the lifeless eyes
that had looked through you all your life.
: thoughts on footwear and fleeting poems