the saddest eyes in the world

the world dropped like hail,
the miscalculated momentum sending
horizons askew, breaking
car windows and skin,
she watched every head turn to watch the sunrises
that never settled in the sky,
she watched everyone forget the moon
and burn like plastic,
falling from the corner of her eyes,
every tear was a corpse that never saw the sunset.

their graves are drawn in red
along the days that hang like washing,
the places that hold her together
are constantly choked and full of voices
she doesn’t want to talk to.

thunder eyes,
blacker than night,
loud and angry,
sharp like daggers
when they touch their reflections.

there are sighs that linger
under her earlobes
and inside her cigarettes,
forming within the storm clouds
that will eventually
break into torrential thoughts,
churning within her entire being.

this mental hurricane,
causing a screaming stir;
she will awaken then,
with sheets that sweat and fists
whiter than death.
she will awaken then,
but she will still weep.