blinking 

lashes 

small

with lines 

big 

with tears

her eyes weren’t the door to her

but the window to the world 


itchy 

puffy 

red 

and burning 

my eyes showed me things 

but no one believed me still 


brown

black 

spotty 

not pretty

things but scars and patterns 

i saw the swirls of my own mind 


two 

blank

points 

on a blank slate 

yet brushing i saw a face

with dribble on her lips

★★

she looked familiar 

but i don’t think we’ve met before 


picture not mine 

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