Jun 10, 2025
A mere glance
What's a woman to a man's gaze?
An empty shell of shrieks and stampede,
Lies beneath; swallowed fear, lowered eyes, hurried steps.
A silent hammer striking the glass of tranquility.
A mere glance, yet lingers too long,
Crooked stance, twisted smirk, unblinking gaze.
A whisper without words, a grasp without hands.
The sky devoid of light, fists clenched,
A mere glance yet dread ripples through her bones.
A presence felt, a space that burns,
A body before a being, a yes before a no.
A canvas that seeks no hands,
Yet taint of turmoil slips through the crevice,
A mere glance, shatters it again.
By devotedlymystic
