As I pondered,
and watched the eyelid
unwrap itself like
a horrible tentacle,
I realised that
opening the door was
a fatal error.
You see,
I sit here, and
it watches me intently.
And of course,
I stare back.
'What?'
'Stupid me', I think.
It's a ******* eye.
It can't speak for itself.
But what if it could?
Would it say anything?
What about:
*'Close that fuckin' door,
yer lettin all the heat out!'*
Possible, I guess.
Jun 7, 2011
Jun 7, 2011 at 4:51 PM UTC
As I pondered,
and watched the eyelid
unwrap itself like
a horrible tentacle,
I realised that
opening the door was
a fatal error.
You see,
I sit here, and
it watches me intently.
And of course,
I stare back.
'What?'
'Stupid me', I think.
It's a ******* eye.
It can't speak for itself.
But what if it could?
Would it say anything?
What about:
*'Close that fuckin' door,
yer lettin all the heat out!'*
Possible, I guess.
On reading between the lines.
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