These Eyes

The suffering was tremendous and lengthy. Hours of pain, torture from within, expelling in a radius around her. She had endured plenty and chucked the rest at any passerby. Intensity had been her entire world for nearly a year. New heights of emotions had been thwarted daily, tackling each moment with more veracity. Blunt had become her tongue, swift and mighty, like a baseball bat, bruising ego without caution. Inside, her depth had become infinite with desire, pleasure, and passion. Any given day could be filled with sorrow or joy, only the hours spent would prove choice. When it had seemed like the end, it was only the beginning, a turning point that sent her body into shock, slowly trying to kill everyone involved. Rupture of blood spilled from behind a curtain and she remained, unable to move from bondage and drugs. She spewed into a pan, held by a silent helper, ignoring her pleading questions. The screams were alarming, sending her breast into electric anguish. Her heart and soul were ripped from her only moments before, turning time into the longest stretch in existence. A page turned, heaps of warm blankets were piled onto her near lifeless body and she was wheeled down the corridor. As an afterthought, a newborn babe was tucked into the reminisce of her elbow crook. She turned her head and peered down at the tiny, plump face, perfect as a snowflake. She struggled with what to do now. Here was her entire world, at her palm, and she didn't even recognize him. He opened his eyes, dark blue and large, like two little earths viewed from outer space. She felt like an astronaut, observing for the first time what it truly meant to be alive, thankful, and in love. Just as quickly, the slits pressed back together and began to sleep. The next few days flew by like minutes, observing time had been like a wonder. True love had been an illusion all along.