Sight.

I'm walking on eggshells,

And drifting through thumbnails

Am I full price or on sale,

Or nothing at all

After giving it all,

Or am I just nothing?

No sense, and certainly no sensibility:

Just the way you wanted me.

I'd give anything for your eyes

To give me that look again,

Let me look through them

Let me finally see

How you really, truly view me.

Reviews

[James K. Blaylock]

I loved the first two lines.

jkb