Beautifully Broken Eyes

Their eyes.

I had to capture them.

They were beautiful.

Beautifully broken.

I picked up a scrap

and shaped it,

Lying in the pile

Of soft

Paper snippets.



Words written smoothly

On the pages.

Far from done,

But an outline

Of sad, broken eyes and

Scarred skin

Was visible

If you looked past

The scraps

And saw beauty.

The End

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