Blink

I heard you descending the stairs

Ever so discreet

Like in the night on Elm Street

That steady gait with a touch of evil

Matched only by her love of free will

Little does she know

Under those still waters

Lies a current brimming with monsters

Intentions as mysterious as Macavity’s

Constantly questioning my sanity

Like a dame from the mind of Coverdale

Only, armed with a more sinister tale

I saw you hesitate momentarily

Lips pursed in apprehension

Poised to garner unsolicited attention

Inevitable as it seemed

Our eyes met in a flash

Then you blinked…