One at a Time

Those eyes, following me,

So red, piercing

The air, focused on me alone.

Don't you see them?

They never blink.

They burn my skin!

You can see them.

Why won't you admit it?

They don't like company.

Acknowledge them.

They're closer and closer and closer

My God! They're here. Right here.

They stare at me, just waiting.

I can hardly tell they're getting closer.

But they are, nearly within ruinous grasp.

They gaze hard, over your head at me.

Just look, please look, just look!

They don't like company.

Who will they look at next? After me?

Remember me, when you see them in the rearview mirror.

Pity me, when you see them in the bushes.

They're closing, those crimson eyes.

I'm getting colder and weaker. It hurts.

You should have just admitted you saw them, too.