Still here; ears, nose, mouth.
They’re where they’re supposed to be.
The face is the same, relatively speaking.
The eyes? They’re not mine.
I don’t recognize them, haven’t for a while.
Mine are a beautiful deep blue, these are… well, deep blue, but different.
They’re tired and boring.
When I first saw them, I couldn’t react — so I’d hoped someone would react for me; nobody did.
Nobody noticed. I barely do anymore.
Mine are chains holding up an anchor. These are the anchor, begging to sink.
I’m inclined to let them . . . one day.
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