I will never forget
familiar flames flickering in brown eyes resembling my own,
yet speaking languages I would never understand;
the inferno consumed him.
I remember how
his bursts of anger would burn the whole house down
and leave us afraid to provoke his fiery eyes
for fear of being burned.
I will never forget
the rekindling of unease coming face-to-face with those blazeless eyes,
the memories of anticipating spontaneous combustion evaporating;
extinguished, unrecognizable eyes.
I remember how
the brown eyes like my own spoke an indecipherable language,
and his smile looked nothing how I thought it had;
his accent grew thicker as he said
it’s so good to see you again.
About the Creator
Skylar Rella
visual & performing artist.
original art attached to written pieces.
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