Eye Contact This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

The first thing I noticed were the pupils –
round, dark, like a period at the end
of a sentence,
a black hole so powerful that everything gets sucked in, a crater on the moon
from far away.
My eyes trailed to the iris,
a deep blue like when the sky is going
to sleep,
when the ocean becomes heavy enough
to crush a soda can, a blue crayon rubbed on paper
until it breaks.
The veins branched out from the iris,
like sticks lying on a dirt path run over
by a bike, paint splatters on a clean
white canvas,
flecks of red scattered across a sea of white.
Before it broke, eyelashes blinked up and down, as gentle as a butterfly, they fluttered,
breaking the trance of an eye-to-eye
connection, hoping the image of my eyes were the same.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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