Globes

Two shining globes, 

Set coldly into callous skulls,

Rolling rapidly:

Up,

Down,

Left, 

Right. 

They analyze every garment,

Every gesture,

Every curve and blemish. 

Are they just innocent glances,

Magnified to judgmental stares by insecurity,

Or are they truly watching,

Deciding which labels to affix to each individual?

Hesitant prayers are uttered for the latter, 

That they are choosing pleasant descriptions to paste on,

Like bright stickers on tin cans,

But they are quickly retracted. 

Thoughts of unsuited epithets rise,

Acid to bubble up and burn away the desire. 

The invocations are redirected,

As cravings for blithe disregard replace those for judgment,

And magnify innocent glances,

Making whispers float, gentle and poisonous, through the air. 

They make contact with cartilage, 

And curl up like burnt paper,

Or scald the flesh like hot iron,

Branding regardless of whether the exist, 

Branding as long as they are not questioned.

They brand.

Reviews

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This is really wonderful, Such an enjoyable read.