EKWIKWI

 

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“And that is why you must never look into the eyes of Ekwikwi…”

Red, rheumy red.
Look over you as you try
To sleep.
Eyes tight, clasped shut
Warning ringing in ears,
Yet, eyes beg to see;
Red, rheumy red.
Would you really…?
Can the tales be true?
Cries of a new born child;
Ekwikwi calls to you.
You turn,
Block out the sound.
And yet…
An eye peeks open
Watch shadows play
By window.
You know it is there,
Listening to the wild beats
Your heart plays for you.
Excitement.
Should you…?
Cries of a new born child
Ekwikwi calls to you
Would you really…?
Fingers tightened in between
Legs crooked in semblance
Of peaceful sleep.
You raise your head
Careful, eyes closed
Newborn cries give way
to a name, softly whispered
Gasp of surprise.

Ears twitch.
Eyes open…
Perched precariously.
Ekwikwi.
Eyes clash…

“And that is why you must never look into the eyes of Ekwikwi…”

Now you listen
Now you watch
Now you cry
Precariously hanging on a branch
Eyes;
Red, rheumy red.
Watching.
Calling.
Waiting for another to look.

“And that is why you must never look into the eyes of Ekwikwi…”

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So, this is the first of three posts I have planned for Halloween.
Should have put it up earlier but I won’t bore you with whys and wherefores.
Next story, Next Thursday.
Do have a lovely weekend!

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