Angry eyes burn behind glass
Heavy lids above and below.
Thin threads of black
that compliment the tight thread of her mouth
No love left in those narrowed orbs
Which in earlier days sparked with wry humor
Only pain and fury now.
Any passerby could see the message written there
Anyone with eyes could read the future
Anyone… save the fool upon whom that GLARE was fixed
He raged and ranted and raved while she smoldered.
He berated and belittled while she built her fortress
She never warned him with words
There was no need
There was no room
His words had taken up every inch
But any fool
So while he waxed philosophic (so astute, so erudite)
Guiding her point by point through the maze of her wrongdoing
She built her fortress
And fixing him with
When at last her internal escape transitioned
when she finally ripped apart the fabric of his life
He stood alone.
In the desert
In his damnation
In her absence
Through his pain
All he could see
were those eyes GLARING back
And he marveled that he had not seen them before now.