the white so bright.
Two thin eyes silently, solemnly staring.
The scars deepen year after year,
A long slit of hair forever escaping, enchanting,
entrusting someday to live out the dark black of life.
There in sight, a nose, cut with no hope for
smell of sweet slim sides of flowers.
It’s sad mouth licking, looking,
but not finding a morsel to swallow.
Something left long ago, but forgotten
only to see an ugly, fearful face.