the saddest eyes in the world.

the world dropped like hail,

the miscalculated momentum sending

horizons askew, breaking

car windows and skin,

she watched every head turn to watch the sunrises 

that never settled in the sky,

she watched everyone forget the moon

and burn like plastic,

falling from the corner of her eyes,

every tear was a corpse that never saw the sunset.

their graves are drawn in red

along the days that hang like washing,

the places that hold her together 

are constantly choked and full of voices

she doesn’t want to talk to.

thunder eyes,

blacker than night,

loud and angry,

sharp like daggers

when they touch their reflections.

there are sighs that linger

under her earlobes 

and inside her cigarettes,

forming within the storm clouds 

that will eventually

break into torrential thoughts,

churning within her entire being.

this mental hurricane,

causing a screaming stir;

she will awaken then,

with sheets that sweat and fists 

whiter than death.

she will awaken then,

but she will still weep.