Osore no Me
She was a girl with eyes that stabbed like daggers--
like a knife wrenched in your gut,
spilling blood and more blood and more blood. . .
making you susceptible to your fears,
bawling in a corner for no apparent reason,
terrified of the night, of the monster outside your window,
your heart beating but weakening, and weakening, and weakening . . .
anticipating the end,
scrambling to prevent the inevitable,
before the inevitable came and got you--
and no one knew why.