The green eye watching me through the keyhole blinks once an hour.
Its fluorescent pink lashes snow ominous, breathtaking flour.
My apartment turns into a choking hazard, but I don’t mind it.
The gaze takes over my loose limbs and I refuse to fight it.
I don’t know where to look, I can’t find a way to pretend any longer.
The grip I have on my thick wool blanket grows stronger and stronger.
And the green eye pushes through the cracks in my dark windows.
It leaks on every surface; it goes wherever the nightly tide flows –
Until I can barely lift my lids as it elegantly floats closer and closer.
My worst sleep demons are the greatest fear composers.
I scream for help, I even plead with the gods and their entourage,
But the emerald glow mutes the sound
As they turn my soul into a green collage.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 