Paralyze

There is something about his eyes.

The way his vision paralyses me.

I cannot move, I’m struck to the bone in a glance.

My breath is caught. My lungs are pulled tight.

I can hear my heart throbbing in my ears.

I can feel sweat down my back.

The whole setting vanishes, The walls, the ceiling, the people..

and what’s left is the white. The blankness that I feared most.

But he’s still holding my eyes.

He’s there, He hasn’t left like everything else.

And it doesn’t matter, because he is everything else.

 

 

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