Eyes

Eyes are windows

the dead stare through

we keep them in our heads

nestled between thoughts and memories.

They always come back,

though never unchanged.

The dead stare and stare.

We fear what they have seen,

knowing we will see it too.

It freezes them,

hardens them, fossilises them.

Our eyes are windows,

the dead stare out.

Better

than that they

stare in.

Eye is here.

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