tunnel vision

The pigment in your face

is a beauty and a grace,

so lovely laced with black and wispy hair.

Grinning with your eyebrows raised,

your lips they part,

and beg to be grazed.

I search the depths of your eyes.

only lies.

I’ll be yours, you know.

But you don’t, because

you only ever see with

t u n n e l v i s i o n

and cold complacent derision,

with which you guarantee

my transparency.

I am walking shattered glass.

I enjoyed this. Without the third line it is almost song-like, to me. For some reason it reminds me of Bush.

It’s delicate.

Thank you very much! I wrote it about a girl I know in college, a girl I liked a lot.

I have to say that I was intrigued by Predator on Aisle Nine. It was the perspective I liked.