Wicked Eyes
Wicked and distorted eyes dancing under the
moon. The wicked eyes listen as screams are
heard in the distance. Wicked eyes pounding
faster than a heart beat and streaks of blood
dripping like rain.
Blood drippings travel up toward the moon.
drying out and becoming crisp as the air
hits the spots. Sparks flash as the eyes
mimic a screaming child.
Silence sits in as the screams diminish and gently close.
The moon now rest and is assured that the
wicked eyes are now in remission.
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