Your dark eyes don’t smile, they squint, squint at me as you clasp your hands close to your body. Keeping you safe and repelling me, me the monster of your dreams, the monster you squint to see, the darkness only you can see.
Under those brightly coloured clothes, so shocking and mismatched, you hide, hide the marks of me you have drawn all over your body, inked into your flesh.
You cannot hide from me.
Bright, garish, smiling, you.
Dark, ghoulish, grimacing, me.
Squint again yellow haired lady, squint real hard, pull your hands close, pinch yourself, one day you will see…