My Single Eye

By Kirra Cameron

I sit watching the clouds curdle above my head,

My blue single eye running a glance over that one brown leaf,

My memory twists and turns like a huge wave knocking me off my feet.

My single eye become blurry as a tear comes running down my face;

And then more

As my face is caught by a rush of tears all running like it's a marathon.

I wipe the racers away needing to be one myself.

I look down,

My hands agitated on my lap, like dogs fighting over a piece of meat.

Until the realisation of needing to be the bigger ones rushes over me;

I stand up to go,

we relax in each other's arms like a blanket being wrapped safely around us.

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