No Eyes

Written by: Victoria Lucas

No Eyes

All I had left   was a man


           I told him I  was sick and tired of life.


                       and I laughed and laughed.
                                  and wondered what I was doing.                                                                                                          

                                                                   I   was starving to death.
I was all alone

 

                It had never occurred to me
                                walking those last miles
                                               in the middle of a rush hour,


                                    taking, giving, sighing, dying



                                                                       I had no       eyes.