• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 07

Blind Stares

She sits and watches
Eyes glaze
She has learned to stop attending to the world
It does not attend to her
She is, at best, an inconvenience.
Like so many before her,
She has learned the intelligence of stupidity
The beauty of plainness
And the screams of silence
You may paint her
But you may not see her
She will make sure of that
Eyes forward
Mouth closed
Ask no questions
Fear no replies
For she does not belong