Wheezing eyes
shoot laser beams above
the fluffy blankets
laden with bored
silkworms.
Pleasing eyes
scream "LOOK AT ME!"
in the antsy crowd -
to anyone who will listen,
or at least notice their sign written in blood.
Appeasing eyes whisper sweet-nothings
in each ear that passes by their dark corner -
turning on only the already hot street lamps.
Musing eyes
glaze over like the
patient dead
who've been sitting in the silent
waiting room
for far too long.
And blind eyes are the only ones left
grinning.
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