The flightless wavering body pulsed froward and slowed in an undying rhythm. It examined every observable space of the circular fused glass barrier; searching for an escape. It's one eye is void of life, exactly as it's fallen one.
Perhaps it truly believes that all the world could be seen through half of sight. Perhaps it's unattached eye was still open when plucked out, only now looking forever down so that half his perspective remains unchanged. Perhaps his pale sallow skin swallowed the eye whole, sucking it inward to derive him of half the joy he could have glimpsed.
Sight equals survival.
He is hollow - halfway gone.
A mirror is presented to his face, where he views his corrupt condition. Vibrant scales turned putrid and moldy. Playful wings turned numb hollow fins. Gagged by his wretchedness, he monotonously circles, glimpsing upwards, towards the window, where his free eye wishes to be.
0 comments:
Post a Comment