The Keyhole

Hard and cold

Viewing, opening, unhinging,

To enter my inner soul

Without a key

Eye

At the keyhole

Observing, staring, glaring,

To accelerate my racing thoughts

Wicked intentions.

Iris

Sulphurous and green

Confronting, alarming, panicking,

To flaunt my sanity

Evil and cruel.

Pupil

Black and dilated

Dissecting, eroding, destroying,

To accelerate my horror

Cold sweat.

Me

Out of control

Screaming, running, spiralling,

My terror exposed

Wake up!

14. 3. 2011