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‘Tis a short piece I crafted about a year ago and forgot about. Maybe it should of remained forgotten. You can be the judge.

In Her Eyes

Shadows and moonlight.

Blood and fire.

Those I saw, in her eyes.


I saw them…yet.

I did not recoil.

I did not retreat.


I thought I could ride the storms.

I thought I could embrace the blood.

I was not afraid of the shadows or moonlight.

I wanted to believe. I needed to believe.


That, I could endure it all.

Nothing to fear.

As long as I remained, at least a reflection.

In her eyes.


© 2013 J.B. Thomas