The Evil Eye! ! ! Poem by WIN VENTURA

It does not shout.
It does not strike.
It watches.
Quietly.
Hungrily.
With hands that never move,
and thoughts that drip with rot.

The evil eye is not always cruel in face —
it often smiles.
It often claps.
It often says, "I'm happy for you."
But behind the teeth,
it seethes.

It feeds on joy it cannot feel,
on light it cannot hold.
It coils itself in compliments,
then waits for cracks to grow.

It is not a curse you see —
it is a curse that sees you.
A gaze laced in bitterness,
a wish for wilt beneath your bloom.
A silent demand that asks,
Why not me instead of you?

And if you are not guarded,
if you are too open, too kind,
it will drink from your shine
and leave you hollow,
without ever touching but it follows...

The evil eye is ancient.
It needs no spell, no blood, no knife.
Only envy.
Only attention.
Only your open door.... 😉

✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA