Green Eyes

My hot sweat freezes the moment it touches the air,

And I am afraid to blink in case my eyeballs burst.

Those bright green irises in the woods move in pairs.

Both of my feet are glued to the grass with a curse.

I do not know how to breathe without them shrieking,

And the wind is now picking up the pace in leaps.

The door between life and death is violently creaking.

Those bright green eyes will kill me in my sleep.

-Jackie