January 17, 2011
Eyes, frosted over with a glaze,
Like a film of watery emotion
Waiting to erupt in leaky phase.
And from the body, no objection.
Liquid obscuring glassy eyes,
Creating an ocean in a drop.
Levels continuously rise
Until they reach the viewful top.
One blink and it’s all over;
The dam has now been shot
As the tear by the cheek is caught
And the eyes again take over.

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bahannahpeel This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 10, 2011 at 6:58 pm
wow. I love the description
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