A Certain Type of Decisive

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Next time you fall asleep, listen. Is there sound? Are you sure?

Cryptids

December 26, 2019

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I'm watching from the window
As you stand in the street
In the rain
The water keeps sliding off you, like it wants to get your clothes wet but it can't
I catch your eyes and they are bright
They radiate light like my phone at midnight
Each imprinted little dots on my eyes that I could see when I looked away
I looked away
I looked back
And you were gone
I was looking through the window 
To an empty street
In the rain

I saw your face in leaves on my tree
No details
Just three eyes as bright as anything staring with a smirk
Three little lights where a person should be
I moved to get closer
I moved
And you were gone

I keep lighting things on fire
Candles, logs, fireworks
Just to hold a little bit of light in my control
Your eyes
Are not under my control
You do not exist, but you are there

You’re watching from the mountains 
As I wander through the forest
In the rain
And the water keeps running into me and soaking through my skin because it can
I catch your eyes, but mistake them for stars 
It is midnight
I look around and it's too dark to see anything
I look around
I look back
And I am gone
There is no one watching from a mountain
To an empty forest
In the rain
 

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1 Comment
  • Loser

    I love how you repeated "in the rain." It captured the mood of the piece beautifully.


    10 months ago