5 June 2012
I try to speak, but cannot. They look at me like I don't want to answer them. It's not like I don't want to speak, but when I open my mouth, nothing comes out. When they look at me, they look me in the eyes, full of fury in demanding a response. I cannot answer them. They want me to speak, pressing with their eyes to mine for a response from me; but nothing comes out from my gaping mouth. I try to think why I can't speak, why words will not escape through my teeth to confront them for me, but I look into their eyes full of burning flame for a response, pressing into mine, making my mind go blank. They sit there, mocking me intently with their flaming eyes pressing into mine, outraged that I will not speak, but the words cower in fear and go right back down into my voice box, never to be heard of. I feel sweat drip down into my mouth, salty and cool while their molten eyes burn into mine, commanding me to speak, but I cannot. They blink. I win the staring contest. "I win." suddenly comes forth full of courage and devotion, washing over them into their ears telling them they were defeated. They blink again.
Those Eyes • Opuss № I