Eyes

A dimly lit room, about 18 girls sitting in a circle


The unflinching eyes of the doctor; dark, hardened, holding a chart, mindlessly writing gibberish

No one was older than 18

Black, white, tan; fat, skinny, chubby; short, tall, in the middle; they all had something missing in their eye, perhaps the theft of their humanity, security.

There was a kinship they all held, unbeknownst to them; words unspoken
Every girl sat with baggage toppled to the ceiling: the room was full and at the same time I realized it was empty; I was alone, completely deserted
Only one pair of eyes still glinted with hope, aspirations, belief in humanity
They were mine.


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