Her eyes can kill, or so they say.
There’s nowhere to hide when her
green eyes collide with secrets
before they can pool on the tongue.
It doesn’t matter how deep in your bones
you bury what shouldn’t be known, Trysis
can see what shouldn’t be sung.
A needle for pain, a knife for lost.
Ponder what you will…Prepare for the cost.
An eye for an eye…She’ll always win.
There’s no shield for where, no protection from when.
©Susie Clevenger 2018
Trysis is a fictional name I conjured from the prompt. :)