Your Eyes Theresa L. Scott Slowly slipping into a state of repugnancy, The way you look at me, I loathe Not even noticing me. Your eyes have turned against me, Scowling in an abhorrence I never thought could be. There’s a notion I detect, they’re full of antipathy, Razor sharp rage that cuts through my being. Reducing me To a babbling mass of innocence, That summons the child-like essence fleeing. Hiding in the dank recesses of inhumanity, My instinctive ability to devour eludes me. Screaming out in anguish, I bleed. The silence is unquiet, almost deafening. This state of revulsion, it’s destroying me, Masticating every inch of my dignity. There’s nothing left but, deep-seeded animosity, Lurking, Until your eyes espial me anew.