The Eye

It wasn’t black. 

But yellows, violets and peacock blue.

Adorning an eye staring at me. Was this snappy-suited commuter, the aggressor or innocent party? I peg him for a mugging victim and ooze pity. Then I notice frenzied scabs across every knuckle and make sure we alight at different exits.

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