"StilletoEyes"
Stiletto eyes pierce the heart.
She sits there, once blinking, stilling my heart in the surety of my death
Head cocked, shoulders back, she preens, never taking her eyes off of me,
never once relenting from the stare that told of her deep contempt
for me and all my kind, never once relenting the stiletto stare that
pierced the innards of my being
An eternity of misery
Lavender dreams swimming throughout a mire of mindless despair
She doesn't want me; she'll never want me; but at least I'm not beneath her
contempt.
Perhaps she plays me like a willow sensuosly dripping into the wind
Red and yellow happiness bursts through as in my mind this hypothesis becomes
reality, an ecstatic burst of
Feathers, as she leaves her perch, circles towards freedom, and parts with a
condemning caw.