Blink

...the longest blink
comes to them that think
they know the price
of looking twice
too deep inside-
where horror sits
behind the eyes....

-Okay.. few notes on this one-
~the premise behind this poem/poetic story is when someone (a non-writer/poet) blithely wants a poet to tell them how to be "like them". I actually had someone ask me how I see the things I see , think the things I think & thus write the way I do once... needless to say it rubbed me totally the wrong way. *of course they worded it in a totally f***** up way- so there's that... and thus this poem/my answer was born. *evil laughter*
~I originally began this poem mirroring the poem by Emily Dickinson- "I had no time to hate".... but me being me.... well let's just say that I suck at mirroring, haha. I eventually fell into my own typical flow... so apologies in advance.
~The opening verse of this poems sucks a**.... ON PURPOSE! The rest gets better. I promise ;-)

Interesting side note/true story.... I read this poem to my best friend and apparently scared the shit out of her! I'm not sure if it was the words or the way I spat it out... but again, me being me... it was most likely my evil-ass delivery. hehe. So enjoy!