My gaze

I killed him with a look that rearranged conversation, eye contact like a compact novel where every blink is a paragraph and you read wrong if you look away

My gaze is a currency that makes people pay attention (millimeters)

I don’t glare — i inventory

One long blink, and your script rewrites itself into apology lines (no)

I learned to speak in pupils — they answer before mouths do (listen)