Eyeless
I have significantly fewer eyes in my face than you all think I do. But where they're positioned instead, should they exist, is for me to know and you to hope you never find out. They might be in the back of my head, for all you know. Maybe there's one blinking along every inch of my femur, staring through the inside of my pants straight into you, and here you remain, completely oblivious except for the inexplicable feeling of being watched. They could be in my hands, my feet, your pockets, the far reaches of space, you name it. But when you see them, it's too late.I have the tendency to watch the patterns formed by clusters of bubbles in the water and the way they shift when they break. I watch the way the leaves fall during autumn--Not the leaves, the way they fall. The paths. On starry nights, it's down to the blink of the raging suns weakly calling a universe away. But they're speaking. And because they tell me what they see, I know what's waiting behind your eyes, when your heart contracts and expands, and when inevitably it will stop.
Radio static can make me bleed. And I don't even want to go into what happens when a flashbang catches me off guard. But it's not me who has to worry.
It is, but it isn't.
Once upon a time, there was a tendril, a string, maybe a ley line, and I had it in my hand and I pulled to see how far it'd stretch. It was like elastic, a part of me still thinks it was; but when it frayed enough, I had two strings, and two became somewhere uncertain of its being three or four. No matter how hard I asked, Three said Four and Four said Three. But with them all together, I pulled, and it stretched and stretched. But pulling them apart? I strained a little, and the police were around on the premises investigating a murder. Needless to say, Three said Four, and Four said Three, but Two and One came together and took the fall, and Four was next in line either way. I should've cried, but too late now. I hung out in a country bar for three straight nights after that, but that's about it.
Metatron, Cobwebs... Ephemera, Immortal?
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*shows off new avatar*
so how are you doing?
Not really personal its just
I dont want to talk about it.
but i cant tell you
so how are you doing?
Thanks but there not ears its a bow. XD
and you?