eyes


there’s a dying ember of tomorrow
smoldering in her once brilliant
one electric blue
now red watery despondent eyes

she can almost remember a time
when everything mattered
when all of this was nothing
and everything else
all of the outside of these hours
was much more than simply
something to get through

get through to get where
here
this

this seems less a destination
less a reward
more a prison
constructed by careless frivolity
and inevitable desperation

there’s a nagging silent hope
that sometimes claws at the
back of her brain
but she’s gotten good at
drowning it down

every time she comes in the door
her self hatred grows a little stronger
She doesn’t know she’s thought of this
but she has
and maybe if she’s lucky
someday she’ll realize it

tears threaten to burst
every time she motions
for another
mile marker to familiar blackout

some people are so broken
you never have to share a single word
you can find their whole story
suffocating in their eyes