peripheral vision
---

sometimes you view
with your one eye
something
miniscule
in size

it could be a
flitting bat
it could be a
dusty hat

it could be a
fire's light
it could be
the dead of night

you can feel there's
something wrong
but you look
and it is gone

---

sometimes you hear a
faroff sound
you don't try
to look around

it could be a
lonesome train
it could be a
thing in pain

it could be a
funny fuzz
it could be a
static buzz

the windblown pages
of a book
but you don't think
and you don't look

---

something came
and touched your hair
it could be
your last nightmare

it could be
an errant fly
it could be
a fairy sigh

it could be
a sulphur wind
but you don't feel it again

---

sometimes you taste
something that's ill
it lies within
a tounge unstill

it is bitter
it is sick
like gone bad almonds
arsenic

you ***** my face up
then you pout
it's not your fate to
spit it out

---

something is
tickling at your nose
it could be
a sewer flow

it could be acid
in the rain
it could be
something
in your drain

oooo you believe you smell that smell

it's coming from the
pit of hell


soulsurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
(c) 5/25/2015


sometimes we need to
trust our senses