Badeyes

some nights, i think
tonight,”i’ll be
attacked
usually __ walking home
when night wears its weight
around the middle
it’s eyes
it’s always eyes
&poorly disguised viciousness

i take my hands from their
pockets
turn the corner
,ready
&
nothing
but empty
anticipation

some nights these thoughts
_________find me
laying in bed
something awake keeps me staring
at __the __ceiling
&
i
feel
that living alone is interrupted

by hidden
unwanted

visitors

© Emerys Watchel, 2020 All rights reserved.

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