In a wave of probability They will poseIn the echo chamber of translation They will laughIn some peripheral vectorThey will standTogether in perfect dark orBlinding lightBound to the law of averages Guided by the genius of the crowdThey wait with eyes like teethA smile like a daggerAnd weapons like timeHateful, hollow, heartlessThey are the world
Leave a reading
Readings are written by members — free, and the poem stays right here while you write.
Sign in to leave a readingNew here? Create an account — it takes a minute.
Readings so far (3)
Mara Okonkwo24 October 2026
Okay "eyes like teeth" gave me actual chills. This whole poem just feels so cold. And so true. I really felt that ending.
TJ900124 October 2026
I originally wrote it thinking about my co-workers, I had to laugh writing it but shit I spent like two years next to these people who don't gaf about me and didn't even know my name. Like, how do you be in the trenches with people for that long and not even introduce yourself? I dunno . . .
Mara Okonkwo27 October 2026
Two years and not even your name — that's the whole poem, honestly, you don't need to add anything else to it. I think that's why "eyes like teeth" works, it's not really about them being cruel, it's about being looked at by people who never actually looked.