Portal Eyes

Woman on a train
Headed to airport station
Her blazing blonde hair
Lit up the monochrome atmosphere
Bright crystal blue eyes
Seemed to open up a portal
As she stared in my direction
Sneaking a peek at her own reflection
Mirrored by my eyes



Within the iris a prisoner lays
His name
Your brother
Surrounded by an ocean of light
It burns him when he touch it
In the dark is where he sleeps
When awake he constantly yelling
Pounding the glass
Crying for freedom

Eyes & Ears

I see a lot of truths I’m not supposed to see

I hear a lot of truths i refuse to repeat

All because the cursed demon

extremities that haunt me

Departing gifts from a cat who spoke to me in dreams

No words, just thought, sorta psychic, like Jean or a grey

She gave me these two gifts
Pupils that constrict, drawing you deep and atop my crown
triangle horns that hear all sorts of unpleasant sounds
My luck, she died before she finished teaching me

Now I have these feral demon eyes and ears
And you best stay clear
Cuz if I could pass it on I would
Till that day I stay quarantined

Living with these cursed extremities

Eyes who see too much, Ears who hear too much,
And a free hand who is compelled to tell the tale

Wrist swayin from left to right right to left

Keeping me balanced, my conscious tail