Holding a firm gaze in the palm of her eyes,
caressing a radiating fire burning through her iris,
eyes scream, rolling like a dice.
Wrapping her trust around the fire not being careful,
sharpened nails of some battalion guts,
crawling on her eyes leaving
cuts,
aching like scratches made by claws of angry cats,
owned by the one called, You.

Inviting you to her eye
which is fading,
letting only your image in,
acting matured as she's aging,
shutting all muscled gates of her mind being faithful,
letting you snuggle in the corner of her dilated pupils's cage,
you started pinching her eyes as they swirl to a different page.
They burst while some redish fluid trickle down her face in rage.
This is caused by none other than you.

Sneaking out like a thief.
And escape not feeling her grief,
she had lost her eye sight.
You are a butterfly who stung in disguise,
protecting your sparkling diamond eyes.
"She's blind," she read your mind.
She didn't see the movement of your light,
which once sipped through her eyes in highest height.
She felt all pain;with the  exception of one, which was inflicted by you.

Missing the warmth, of which  blankets of her eye lids gave,
you sneaked in her eyes' s cave.
Dusting off your feet like you never left her sight,
she didn't ask how you are fairing.
She didn't look for you; ain't she caring?
She was hurt no more.
She was unable to see anymore.
But her nasal sense was able to scan, decipher scents of men.
And find the traitor, pinpointing you.