MAN-EATING EYES
It was a breath-easy day,
slightly overcast.
I sat on the patio and
ordered a double espresso.
Across from me sat a girl -
charm and allure
ever-so-present,
exuding from her like smoke...
yeah, she was HOT.
She looked my way,
modest, unassuming,
and that's when it started.
Her eyes arrested me
sending chills down
my spine, like the
butt of a gun pushing
and steering at my back.
They told a story of
screams hung in the night,
thousands of souls,
much like my own,
lost in the void
of her stillborn heart.
She continued to sip
her latte, her eyes locked
in on me ready to strike.
They consumed me like
the moon eclipses the sun;
the spears from within
etching her name
on my lips...it wasn't a name,
but a word...MAN EATER.
It WAS a nice day,
slightly overcast...