Haunted, the dilated pupils of the child’s eyes. Stared.
With the fixed emotion of no god’s pillar. Arms, they were wide. The cross, he was nailed. Himself, he nailed himself to the cross.
And stared. With the dark eyes with no emotion. A lifeless look with the furrowed intensity of the blind.
He haunted.
I found myself a wayward traveller with eyes askew. They were long, flowing like the ocean eyes that dreamed into the night and I grew lost. A soft, mewling whimper.
I stared into his depths and saw there was a fortune underneath his stare.
The ocean pearl wore herself a dress like turquoise silk and let it slip fall into the night.
A breathless beauty, she wore the naked like some song siren caught in the mist.
My traveller, my friend, he showed me with the way with the simple melody underneath the moonlight. A softening glow, he wore a harsh brow and tattooed skin. They were the littering symbols that found ways onto my body. In the silence.
In the depths, she wore herself on me and in the eyes.
Glowing, I became her.
A breathless being, caught stunned into the depths.
These prayers, they were for the living and I soard far above that.
I woke with a terror ripped from my lips, a firm pressure from cracked and aging fingertips. And breathless, he stole the walking memories of my mind and wrote them. With an octopus quill and the ink from a squid. They were the murky black, the acrid smoke of the dying undersea gods. The lesser ones, without the decaying altars and the melting candles filled to brimming with mashed up seashells and seahorse figurines.
My mind wore spiderwebs at the door, filled with the wrapped up dead caracasses of smaller insects and ladybugs still twitching. Black spider, black spider, what images the eyes do see. And to walk, a nimble embrace and touch the corners like an intricate, well woven lace. You were the mirror in my eyes and I saw, this shadowed man with the harrowing cloak lick a frenzy from his brow and smirk a solid stare deep, deep down to my insides.