Cold Stares

One of the infinite specks of dust

Arises,

Settles on the table.

I stare.

I keep staring.

Coldly.

Morbid translucence rears its head,

I dread.

A buzz quivers and stings.

I turn around,

Recover to rigidity.

I keep staring.

Coldly.

The clock strikes

I hear,

The chilly mist shakes me,

I shiver,

And yet I keep staring .

Coldly.

Darkness engulfs.

I tremble.

And I stare at it.

Longing to open…my eyes

When all I’ve been doing is…

Kept staring…

Coldly…