The Veil

His hair was long, straight, and black this time.

Usually, his eyes were all white with pinprick black pupils.

The eyes.

His eyes this time were all black shine, like a shark.

You know he’s watching you like a predator.

But you can’t gauge from his eyes when he’ll attack.

They’re always on yours, seeking a bridge, tunnel, or wormhole.

You don’t know which way to run, or if you even should.

Should I stay stock still?

Maybe he won’t notice my shaking.

Maybe he’ll lose interest.

Should I play dead so that he’ll go away?

But he never does. He never loses interest.

He never goes away.

He hides.

Sometimes you can see him hiding. Most times not.

But you still know he’s there.

I’m the most terrified when he wants me to know he’s there,

When he chooses to show himself,

Because he knows his eyes are the only thing I need to see

To frighten the life out of me.

To frighten me into submission, worship, eternal love, sacrifice.

Keeps me wary, wide-eyed, weary,

Weak.