Poem submissions for the Spring 2012 issue:



Window Eyes

Kienna Shaw



The people around me are

sharp, brittle, empty shells.

They try to hide it by reflecting

their surroundings

and all the other empty shells,

with hollow smiles

and mirror eyes.

But you are different.

Even now I’m surprised to see

that instead of a cold, hard reflection,

I see a window

so clear that it compels me,

draws me into the depth of your

very being.

Only you with your window eyes.