When out the corner of your eye
a face that doesn’t belong there lift your head because you feel the stare. Is it clothes or skin that we we wear? Maybe we are just elsing in order to prepare. If it looks like me but I’m not where I otta be, which would be rare ‘cause you know me I cannot dare be late or missing because I care. This elsing nymph might share an illusive vision of someone faire. But scare the else away with a long cast glare for elsers lie in their evil lair. *elsing a term from the Book of Obscure Sorrows