her eyes are of feathers-
the more you look at it, the more it gets softer
like dancing ember-
it shines in the dark and glitter
and glancing at it would make you aflutter
it is like a hook, like an anchor
it is an amber
in a dark gray weather
however,
it may shine brighter
but it is laced with somber
with pure hatred and anger
which could leave you wonder
why would such an innocent girl
got eyes like a murderer
eyes with deep and dark chamber
but you never know what's yonder
that she got those from an abuser
[A.J]
YOU ARE READING
hidden behind these carved letters
Poetryⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ˢʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉʷ ᵛᵉʳˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ. ˢʰᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵈᵒ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖᵃʳᶜʰᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵠᵘⁱˡˡ.
