EYES

A gaze sharp enough to catch even

the briefest blink-less a glance,

more an unraveling. The light didn’t

just see; it slipped in, uninvited,

threading through places you

thought were hidden. The pupil,

black as night, held a silence that

wasn’t hollow-it was full of knowing.

Curious, but never kind.

It lingered-long enough to judge, not

long enough to forgive. And in that

half-second, it said nothing-yet

somehow, it made you feel the

weight of your own choice.

You looked away.

Ashamed.

But it was just a blink.

A blink of an eye-

and somehow, it saw everything.