Eyes

Adjust to the sound
of a thousand knives
clattering to the ground
feel the summer
hotter than the last
burning your skin brown
adjust your iris
change your eyes
queen of misery
cast your light towards me
and shame me senseless
I feel dirty
intensely scary
eyes that follow me
I want to chase you down
wait for it
wait for me
would you just slow down?
We're going too fast
you're making me sick.