And your misty silhouette soaks into my eyelashes.
Palms stained in charcoal and caked in mud…
Fingers clawed.
Your nose was too long,
slightly crooked,
And your mouth turned down in the corners.
You rarely showed your teeth.
Your eyes were dull.
Lightly filmed with years and cynicism.
The world was always your enemy,
And your tongue was sharp.
I used to look at you.
Trace the lines of you features.
Outline your shadow in the dirt.
You refused to look at me.
Stared at anything else when I spoke…
Sent you gaze to roam walls,
paper stained and peeling.
Past broken ceramic,
Dust three layers thick.
But never toward me.
Never at my face.
Never to meet my eyes.
I was invisible.
Your eyes were blue.
1 comment:
okay so this was amazing, um why aren'y you majoring in english? i loved how you went into detail about every feature of this person. but while i was reading i was loking for the eyes, what about the eyes? and the very last line took me by suprise, "your eyes were blue",loved it!!!!!!
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