THE EYES’ WIND
She was reduced to a mere body
as the eyes’ winds roamed round her
in stormy whirls.
Many kinds of eyes,
green, blue, yellow, black,
pierced her like arrows,
like time’s hurtful gestures.
The arrows of eyes flew past
the salt of her sweat
to lodge in every hair follicle.
Hairs stood up in the transparency of the wind
and fought, like soldiers.
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