"Darling, let's not
waste time on
my trying to describe
the daytime sky
or how people
walk on with seeming
intent." I down the rest
of my drink and stand
up quickly, taking your
hand with me.
"Let us make a deal,
little blind girl.
I'll give you my eyes
in return for
you."
YOU ARE READING
Things Unseen
PoetryThe world is a beautiful place but it has grown strangely repetitive and dull in its constant beauty. Novel in verse. Unfinished #3 Co-written by s.m. brooks and n.m. w. 2015.
