Amber Eyes

Amber Eyes


Golden flecks in a wasteland
of change.
Possibly something more
than just a gaze across the world.
Fingers brush as if by accident.
A colorless spark reacts softly against her iridescent skin,
tugging an irrelevant girl out
of the soapbox she calls home.
Open wide, stretch out and smile.
His heartsong reaches her
in that unnatural way a bone breaks.

Barren, desolate, alone;
the ability to lose herself in thoughts
is what this place is created for.
She created it.
Marred it with an undying infatuation
something no one can quite accept.
Poison, the flavor of chocolate,
coats her lustful pallet in a thick ooze
of contempt.

For that is the explanation of it all.
The intention of humans to seek
comfort, control.
When all she wanted was a father.
Opaque eyes, shifting wilding into an indefinite
prospect of him.
Softly at first,
the cascading, crashing, utterly consuming
too deep to even think logically.
Bound by a fluorescent light
perceived to be the sun.

There she stands now,
screaming in a field of self worth.
For what is the worth of a person
if only given by themselves?
Did he give her this
undying need for attention?
Molded, like a fresh piece of clay,
into a woman that is considered
acceptable.

They used to sparkle, those flecks
of gold she loves much.
Across the maze of freckles and rosy cheeks.
There is no other option now
than to settle awkwardly into the nothingness,
a pale sack of withered skin.
Where is she?
She is no longer worthy of more than an it.
It breaths, it walks, it talks
speaks of perfection in a skewed voice
of denial.

The potential to be more
than just a walking corpse of self pity
wallowing in her prize.
Too bad the prize just walked out the front
the screen door crashing in

a resounding
echo in the shade of a meal ticket.

She wishes for something more than this.
She wishes for those amber eyes.