Don't look
up.
I might
drown,
Less
worried about what goes on
behind her stare,
than
falling into the depths
where I
can't breathe.
So, I hold
my breath
and clutch
my pencil,
and wait
as her head turns
towards
someone else,
and I can breathe again.
Not long,
those eyes
always turn back
if not at
me then at the general
direction
of where i am.
And I stop
breathing until it passes,
like some search light from some
prisoner of war movie
with me seeking to go undetected,
me seeking to keep my head above
the death of her stare,
me seeking to keep from drowning,
an already drenched dog,
an already
lost cause,
trapped in the solitary
of my own
mind
and scared
I might never escape
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