The black so black, the white so bright. Two thin eyes silently, solemnly staring. The scars deepen year after year, are bloodless and painless. A long slit of hair forever escaping, enchanting, entrusting someday to live out the dark black of life. There in sight, a nose, cut with no hope for smell of sweet slim sides of flowers. It’s sad mouth licking , looking, but not finding a morsel to swallow.
Turned around to see it bright, beautiful white within. Something left long ago, but forgotten only to see an ugly, fearful face.