Wild-eyed

As the door opened there came a tumultuous rush into the hall, rapid feet clattered up the stair, and an instant later a wild-eyed and frantic young man, pale, dishevelled, and palpitating, burst into the room.

Yanni looked around wild-eyed.

“Wild-eyed and disheveled, King Hrethel roamed every night through his throne room, which was empty and still.”

A better study it seems to me could be about why some heteros are so wild-eyed obsessed with us, their hate, the kind of leaders they choose to follow in their greed and prejudice, and their need for someone to persecute.

In the mirror a wild-eyed, peroxided stranger who had clearly gone insane stared back at me.