She was standing in the same spot
as always.
Not thinking of anything,
paralysed.
She stayed still, eyes open wide
and even
if she wanted to run,
she could not.
There was something with this place.
Something frightening
yet
magical.
She saw her eyes through her eyes,
she saw her face through her eyes,
she saw her fear through her eyes.
She could see her soul, through her eyes.
And the longer
she was watching,
the more scared she got.
With every breath
something in her expression
changed.
With every breath
she
was becoming a different person.
She didn’t want to let go
even though she knew,
she’d stand there
forever
and with every second,
she recognised herself less
and more,
more the person
she was hiding
in front of the
world.
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 3:57 AM UTC
She was standing in the same spot
as always.
Not thinking of anything,
paralysed.
She stayed still, eyes open wide
and even
if she wanted to run,
she could not.
There was something with this place.
Something frightening
yet
magical.
She saw her eyes through her eyes,
she saw her face through her eyes,
she saw her fear through her eyes.
She could see her soul, through her eyes.
And the longer
she was watching,
the more scared she got.
With every breath
something in her expression
changed.
With every breath
she
was becoming a different person.
She didn’t want to let go
even though she knew,
she’d stand there
forever
and with every second,
she recognised herself less
and more,
more the person
she was hiding
in front of the
world.
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