eyes ravenous enough to swallow me
or drown me in their murky pools, dark water
I swear I could see the spinning in your irises
you're a whirlpool threatening to drag me in
as if to say no matter where I go
you will find me
pulling me in,
you say
"stay, your eyes are dark,
bathed in brown, with all the naturalness of earth
and all the life the soil can offer"
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