Mine eyes have seen
The maniacs.
Cuddling, closer than
Close,
Kissing maniacs.
My eyes burn ‘til now.
I’ve taken off my contacts
And donned on my
Glasses and, still, they
Burn.
I can feel red lines.
Red lines poking
Every which way from
The pupils of my eyes;
A symptom of the disease
Of having seen something
Disturbing and appalling
And maniacal.
They would have went on,
Blissfully, I’m sure of it
Had I not materialized
Undetected in the hall.
The burning sensation
Refuses to depart.
I feel it everywhere
All at once.
They stopped, froze
Actually. And smiled
Awkwardly at the
Cold, hard slab
That my face had become.
My head ached as
I dished them a blatant
Stare. One that said:
Your older sister saw,
And Mama’s gonna know.
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Submission Name: You Kiss, I'll Tell
