You observe.
I know what you see.
It's all perfectly visual.
Your eyes low to the ground, they catch on the tip of her heel.
You follow the curve of the red sole to reach her thin ankle.
Something possesses you to look further up, and you unintentionally trace the expanse of her languid legs.
Suddenly her eyes are staring back at you, and all you can do is instantly turn away.
Something you saw pulls you back, and you look.
Her lips are red, darker than blood and her eyes remain in your direction.
She removes the cigarette from her lips, and the look in her eyes almost throws you off your chair.
You train your eyes to look straight ahead, but when you close your eyes an image flashes.
An image of her lips pressed against the concrete.
You open your eyes only to redirect them in her direction.
Her black rimmed eyes with irises that seem desolate, are redirected away from you.
When you close your eyes another image flashes.
An image of her dead eyes staring up at you, almost pleading.