blow in the door
all angry stares and stomping footsteps
breathing so audible,
it's like a fantastical monster,
licking and chomping,
slobbering over it's chops.
at the top of the stairs, i'm met
with dubious stares
two young adults, heedless in their blatant watchfulness.
i walk by with a discriminate stare back.
i'm not afraid of their stare down.
they walk
(
Read more... )