Your eyes follow me in the halls.
Haunting. Watching.
Looking for more
to see.
anything that can unravel me.
Ears listen for inaudible sobs.
Praying. Hoping.
For anything that can unravel me.
Little do they know that I do the same.
I am the wolf playing little lamb.
YOU ARE READING
Starlight Soliloquies
PoetryPoems spoken aloud till the rhythm was found and steeped in starlight till they shimmered.
