Eyes
by Rb


"Glory...in the eyes of a young girl...a young girl..."
'One Song Glory', RENT, Jonathan Larson.



Her eyes are cold, grey.

Untouchable.

What's in them?

Power. Greed. Fear.

Hardness. Arrogance.

Love? No.

Need. And a mocking laugh, as you'll never be good enough for her.

Look into her eyes. No! They paralyse you, force you to do her bidding.

You can't resist.

She will give you what you want, if you follow her. And be her. And save her. And help her.

Support her. You are nothing compared to her, to Senna. To Senna Wales.

Look into her eyes, David.

A girl, a lonely girl, who needs my help. Who needs me to save her.

Look into her eyes, Christopher.

A woman who will never be controlled by me, but will dominate me. Forever.

Look into her eyes, April.

A child that is eternally different, that will never be accepted and never wants to be. Who makes us, the accepted, insignificant to her plans.

Look into her eyes, Jalil.

An enigma, something to be understood, something that must be understood by me.

Slate grey. Light grey. Serious. Appraising. Filled with an attitude. Don't touch me, I'm not yours, I'll never be yours. But I'll let you get a glimpse of me.

All some of the many facets of Senna Wales.