You gaze out into the distance
Your eyes; big, glossy, frightened
I call out your name
You don’t hear me
I try again
You snap out of your trance
Your eyes, red and dangerous
The puckered remnants of your lips
Poke out
As you cup them between your thumb and finger
You smile – but it’s too hesitant
Too needy
Unnatural
You’re lost...
A ghost – living in between the land of the dead and the living
You can’t break the hold
Oh, though you’re desperately trying
Trying
Too hard not to suffocate.

*...Eyes are the window to the soul.