Stare.

Behind me I feel the pupils.
They're filling me, full of adrenaline
like a nozzle spurting into my cup
and causing its overflow.
They trace and study every aspect,
my bones that bulge just a bit,
wrapped under my skin,
and my overworked mane.
They whisper gently to me,
calmly but polluted,
reassuring so strongly,
but baffling all the same.