“Do you think they can see me?”
I ask myself.
Of course they can.
They have two eyes and you’re right here.
Alive and breathing still.
I wonder if they can see through my pants
See the hands that have touched my skin
See my own hands.
I wonder if they’re guessing all my secrets.
Or if the shame is written so boldly on my face
that they don’t have to.
I wonder if I throw on another layer,
will I be harder to notice?
If I throw on three will I be invisible?
His are my favorite to ever look into, eyes so fierce they saw right through. He knew how to draw me in, he loved me all night. But once morning came, I was devoured by his bite. I long for the softness of the sheep I know is there, it’s just hidden far beneath the wolves course hair. I could plainly see, I wasn’t totally hopeless, I loved him even though I knew he was ferocious. Knowing at that time, I was just his prey, how could he help it, he was raised that way. Now I am just one of the pack, but I know each blue moon, to me he’ll come back.