I stepped out
I left her cold body where it has always been for days
I watched her
What is she staring at I asked
Oh: it’s social media: like always
Her hands held electronics that played the news, the entertainments, music
But-her eyes.... had reflections of horror, pain, emptiness
No matter how much she hide behind fake smiles her tears never lie
No matter how much she hide behind distractions her “eyes”could never lie
No matter how many lies of “ I’m great” she told her eyes.... always screamed that’s a lie
I asked “what is going on inside?”
“How empty she must feel”
“Who broke her?”
“Who will warm her”
“Will that sad pain in her eyes ever go away?”
“Will those eyes ever show reflections of happiness instead of tears of broken horror?”