The Eyes - Poem by Kristy Winter
As I walk into the room
the eyes snap
as though I had done something wrong
I walk slowly toward the chair,
and collapse into it
waiting for the eyes
to release me.
I turn to look but they are still there.
What did I do?
I repeat to myself.
I lower my eyes
for the eyes
to release their
claws from within me.
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