If my eyes were hands,
I held your heart between my fingers long ago,
I caressed your soul, and hoped that it might heal.
With careful stitches from between scarred fingers of the eyes that were my own, that saw too much.
If my eyes were hands, I’ve touched every inch of your body,
For every second I watched you struggle,
I held you as you cried the pain away.
With gentle touches each tear was wiped away by those dreams which fell between the crevasses of a cynical world.
Locked behind my eyes are secrets,
Scratched to the bone by bittersweet fingernails,
More powerful than pen or sword.
Corneas covered by cheap rubber gloves, to keep the bad sights away.
I guess you could say my hands are hiding from the world.
Author notes
1) if my eyes were hands. Thankyou Imperfezione Bella for the best inspiration i have had in a long time.
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Comments
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I love how far you took the prompt on this. You definitely took it in a different direction than I was expecting, using it in the past tense. Very wonderfully written and even without rhyme the flow was perfect, using very expressive words. Beautiful and somewhat bitter piece. Well done.
-Ryan
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