Red Staring Eyes Poem by JJ Evendon

The most frightening thing one could imagine
would be a pitch black canvas painting, in a room, hanging.
At its centre, two small red glaring eyes,
whose stare, pierce right through as you pass by.
A feeling of coldness and fear run down your back
as you expect the picture, somehow, to come alive and attack.
And though you try to turn away and not look
the powerful red staring eyes has, by all accounts, got you hooked.
Drawing you ever closer, you want to escape.
Suddenly a mouth opens, oops, too late.