Double Potions

I see them file in to class each day, and he is there...

He waits for me...

I imagine my glare

I imagine his glare

                                                On the back of his neck

                                                On the back of my neck

Burning through to the helpless spine.

Why does he hate me?

What is he thinking?

I see his eyes shine, brilliant

Malicious

Defiant

At the thought, perhaps, of past injustice

As if he sees my action as injustice

I hold him at a ten-foot length

I will never see past those eyes.