It waits there in the corner;
The flaming fluorescent eyes flashing
As you enter the room.
Then it’s there behind you,
Hovering, whispering, caressing,
Breathing a deep summer wind down your spine.
The eyes are now a muddy green,
Swirling and shimmering
Like the river in May.
Rain falls onto your skin,
The source becoming a mystery
As you wipe the drops from your hand.
But they won’t stop.
They cascade, creating black waterfalls
Across a once smiling canvas.
Hands grab at your thin wrists,
Pulling you to your knees
As the room begins to darken.
It waits in the corner
As you enter the room,
Just like the day before.