The eye of zorran is watching…

The pupil shifts,

Your cheeks flush with fear,

You know pain is coming. 

It’s hunting season,

Rabbits, ducks-

Elk or deer,

Serve the master.

Are you are being watched ?

The ticking clock,

Tock, Tock.

I am judging you,

You seem angry,

Uneasy

And Unsteady?

Tsk, Tsk.

You should be grateful.

It could always be worse, sis.

Talk, talk.

Blah, Blah Blah.

Slowly, Slowly, 

No one’s in control.

The women stop trying, 

No longer wanting,

Needing,

the expression of being,

In complete bliss,

The risk not worth the taking.

To walk down the street,

In a beautiful wearing.

No one dressing up.

The fear in the air, 

Hung thick, 

Caugh, Caugh.

But Shhhh!

No Talk, No Talk,

Clock it,

Lock it,

When you get the side eye, 

Stop talking about it.

It’s your dear friends,

That kiss Jesus the best,

That’s how you know.

She has gone with them,

to fit in with the rest.

Something doesn’t feel right,

The gaze steady fire,

Even in to the night.

Sucking life until it’s dry.

Make your mark,

Shoot.

Blood is running out.