Poem: Dead Stares – 18/12/19

Instagram: @alicewellart Dead eyes stare beyond the fronds, dead dead dead. Their pupils are like empty saucers, entrances into another vacuous underworld.    Knock knock on their doors, your fist will rap, triple tap, tap, tap, the entrances somehow welcome us, they gather our motivations somehow.   Hear the lashes rustling as eyelids mechanically blink, [...]