I can’t sleep.
I have trouble sleeping
since I looked evil in the eyes.
It was three years ago,
but I still remember clearly
looking into those orbs
that were not rooted in place by a soul.
Something else was inside there,
moving those eyes around.
As absurd as this sounds,
they creaked like ungreased hinges
as they scanned my feminine form.
I was so relieved
when my husband finally picked me up.
I thought I escaped those eyes.
But I feel them on me now.
And I hear squeaks
outside my bedroom window.
Is he watching?
