Brown eyes, liquid dark,
step inside
no struggle, just quiet,
look around
what have you entered.

Inside the silence echoes,
but you can see the shards all over the ground
mirror, shattered,
blood pooling around your feet
look at your hands.

Fingerless stubs
stop picking up the pieces?
Choices
Life choices
Liquid brown eyes,
they hide laughter
is it real,
or cold, fake,
something to be afraid of?