Eyes, the windows to the soul
Communicating
Love, affection and turmoil
Imperfect
Parts
Speaking what we cannot say
Eyes; our emotional looking glass
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Spectating
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
The ultimate truth! Well done!
Poignant and straight form your heart! Wonderful, Kelli!
eyes speak what the lips are afraid to say...someone told me this long ago
Well done on another thought provoking piece, Kelli! Loved it. The eyes, are so so so important!
Beautiful and again thought provoking.