…the girl with no eyes

The girl within you has no eyesgirl-no-eyes

only slits filled with shadow. And as silence

falls I listen, wonder whether the girl within

you has a voice.

 

I see her, wait for her to mutter something

audible or inaudible, though most absolutely

existent. But she remains silent for now, watching,

shaking her head with thin lips falling flat, ready to

curl a little, we all hope.

 

No eyes, that doesn’t mean a thing

but without a voice, her silence keeps me guessing:

whether or not this is good, bad, the implications

of which I am yet to discover.

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