What I saw in Emilia's eyes,
glazed over in a translucent film of tears—:
The walls inside had finally toppled over,
on top of her
She was drowning, struggling
in the bottomless sea
under a grey storm that drowned the sky
Behind those eyes her story
went untold
and was hers to suffer
Everything else she did or said,
the way she tried to hold herself
to others,
could not hide the truth in her eyes
There was nothing beautiful in her exacting pain,
just pain
Ex Tempore XXXVIII
M.M. — 26-Dec-2012 | Amendment 22-Jan-2013
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