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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Smile

Eyes -
Black;
Hollow;
Staring me down
At point blank range.
Piercing through me,
Yet not acknowledging.
They are averted
From my existence.

Mouth -
Slightly curved
Upward
At those two corners.
But not
Happy,
Encouraging,
Or even satisfied.

It tells of the tales
Of my soul so wicked.
Judging,
Condemning,
Threatening.

I open my eyes.
It is burnt in my mind.



The smile of the Mona Lisa -
Sly.
It haunts.

2 comments:

  1. The entire poem has an eerie, unsettling feel to it which gets even more emphasized by the last line :) Well done!

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    1. Thanks MyHubby!! Haha tho it'd be better if your name would be YourBunny :)))

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