by Duane Anderson
A painted portrait hangs in the hallway.
Its presence noticed as it enters the room
and makes its rounds.
Hollow blue eyes, holding keys,
ready to unlock minds.
They search past corners,
unlocking doors,
carrying torches,
searching our path.
Hollow blue eyes follow each
move that we make.
We walk,
and it follows.
We run,
and it follows.
We die,
and it follows,
Hollow blue eyes,
stay close behind,
watching.
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Duane Anderson currently lives in La Vista, NE. He has had poems published in Fine Lines, Cholla Needles, Tipton Poetry Journal, and several other publications. He is the author of ‘On the Corner of Walk and Don’t Walk,’ ‘The Blood Drives: One Pint Down,’ and ‘Conquer the Mountains.’
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