The picture over there
The one in which she is smiling
Look closely
Look at the eyes
No, they don’t glitter
They don’t look sad as well
It’s so unemotional
That she looked living dead
With those eyes
She had seen it all
The door closing
The fire in the hall
The women who were carried
Like goats by butchers
The hands which carried them
The hands which did not touch her
She stays put
Peeped through the narrow door slit
She saw him
And she saw him as well
A brother she loved
A lover she married
She saw the madness
In their warring bodies
It’s morning again
The sun has washed last night’s rain
He comes
And he comes as well
She serves them tea
And tries to see them again
Their eyes looked tired
With no sense of remorse
And that’s when her eyes froze.
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