I’ll write again

by starbuckfm

Of course I will. Look, a description of a well-worn eye.

—-An eye—-
Her eyes had lost their vibrancy and subtle shades of yellow had begun to bloom and spread in the whites. Like the glands and tubes that fed the eye with its fluids had gone barren. Like the whole eye might dry up and shrivel back onto its stalk.

/description

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