NaPoWriMo Day 17: Black Eyes

Crawling out of swamps

Dripping metaphors

Like similes

That sear the skin

Scream off

Siren wails and

Black eyes pierce

The bard’s heart

A bobbing larynx

Gulping at tightness

In throat.

Waiting with a lute,

Waiting to write of fear

Instead, song upon song

Of glowing white hair

And night-sky deep black eyes.

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