will you worship her ?

i brace my bated breath for her actions and words as they all speak to a deeper mindset than i dare to cry about.

as absent from my own mind as she is absent from her school seat, i gasp as i find her red eyes in the crowd, swirling like the blood from her wounds, but they don't reflect any regret strangely.

her eyes look past the screen, the world itself, in order to determine her place in society, whether she's spurring her Eva forward, or if she pushes her past backwards.