The Stranger's eyes
An ashen stranger returns my gaze.Her eyes, the window of the soul, tell.Dull, spiritless with a deathly veiland deep blue gray circles beneath.She stares perplexed, mystified.Her hand touches her forehead.She winces in pain.She fumbles clumsily with her pills.I feel sorry for her.I turn off the bright bathroom lightso I can no longer see the... Read more
