They say the eyes are the windows to the soul
Mine are a little blurry and dotted with white spots
They avoid the gaze of another
And flicker shut when someone gets too close
They stay away from the sun because they are fragile
And they don’t want to be met, because they know if they do, it will be with a crushing and absolute disappointment
They’re afraid to stare for too long
Afraid to let the aqueducts flow
And terrified at the prospect of not being right
The right shade
Pupils the right size,
Blinking just the right amount of times