a new eye

was born on your forehead. You don't know why.
It picks sundry trivia you've been ignoring, and you can't ignore it this time.

You hate the breath. You hate the smell. You hate the way they walk. You hate the way they look at you. You hate the way they say hi. You hate the way they sit. You hate the way they stand. You hate the way they talk.

You hate everything you've been ignoring, avoiding, neglecting, tolerating.

And this new eye grants you all this nonsense hatred. You don't know why. You can't know why.

The truth and reason are always horrifying, alike there's an eye suddenly born on your fucking forehead.

FUCKING HORRIFYING.