Watching

• Emma Panozzo, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2021

The whites of their eyes are cold and slimy
The consistency reminiscent of peeled lychees
The black unrelenting pupils boring into my flesh,
Their gaze casting shadows across my untouched skin
Their words defile me
Thoughts upon their brain, like bruises on my skin
I bloom across their mind’s eye
Never a person
Just a fantasy
I can’t stop their thoughts, I don’t want them to stop
Because who would I be
Without the feeling of their eyes on me