Victorious

Your eyes hold a death glare

Into my own strong ones.

I turn away,

Feeling uncomfortable.

I can feel your stare burn into the back of my head,

Almost going through it.

I quickly turn around

And send you a death glare of my own.

You’re cold,

Icy eyes go wide

And quickly look away.

That’s what I thought.

I walk away,

Feeling victorious.

2011 (c) Jennifer Gioia

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