Behind all eyes

Eyes tell what words may not.

A flicker, a glimmer says what you forgot to tell me.

Elusive allusions, why so deceiving?

An island of strangers caught in a gathering.

Meet him. Hello, she.

Who are you, and where were we?

You join their ranks of cannibalistic ants..

work to fight to destroy, destroy

while all the while her eyes are coy.

Milk for expansion, greedy for fashion;

wives' tale or witchcraft?

We'll find out after actions.

Follow me; you will see.

Eyes aren't all that's meant to be.

-Hannah Schoeneman