Covetous eyes linger
on the weary skin
that cocoons the being within
Flustered, the eyes
take a final glimpse
of what could be his.
His eyes refraining, straining
so hard that blood gushes through the tight capillaries
Red, web-like vines creep along the white surface
of his retina
The eyes’ iris
indifferent to the being that lays before him.
The iris keeps him sane,
the iris cocoons the being within.
Daron Loo, Winter 2009
*You won’t always get what you want. whether it be something animate or inanimate. You say that life is unfair and ask: “Why didn’t you show me B before giving me A?”
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