Eyes (Prose Poem)

Tue, 05/09/2017 - 21:35 -- solotay

It comes suddenly, doesn't it? That feeling, that prickling sensation, crawling across the nape of your neck. You know what's happening, it's happened before. But you can't resist the urge to look. Quickly, just for a moment. A glimpse. Nothing. But the crawling remains. Quickly. Nothing. It's impossible to resist. 

 

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