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Overt feelings

in my eyes

grow naked tendrils that you dread

they stretch and touch

the chill making you gasp

inviting you deep

into dingy darkness

a world so different from your own

you squirm, look away

something gnaws your insides

like it does mine

yet… in different ways…

a covert hand finds a coin

the musical tinkle as it drops into the outstretched bowl

fills your heart

as it does mine

yet… in different ways…

– Shail Mohan (July 2010)

Written for the OSI prompt 124: ‘overt