Stomach Eyes

acidic and hungry
hollow and digesting
what they watch amongst
the interested and the indifferent

pretty girl has stomach eyes
growling, silent, empty, filled
catching soup and ricecakes
sweet and wet and salty and dry

in consciousness and slumber
dreaming beauty and monsters
dreaming of waking up
within nightmares

they watch constant walls that change
keeping her lost in place
keeping her running in and away
looking for mirages and hallucinations
waiting for reality to bash her skull in

gut eyes crowded with butterflies
they want to know they’re awake, alive

so go get him (stare, be rude, peep)
and go home (blink, wash)
before he gets you.

© 2012
Vivien Marie Lopez
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