Written by Tabalith
Art by Clement Percheron


Cat-like, emerald, caramel, and in them
I see some light there where I should
sit, sit patiently, as a shadow or
just the fever dream of a shadow

You call them your eyes, just
your eyes, and I call them:
your eyes, your eyes,
and then I drown in them

I watch whatever you do with
these eyes that belong to
not one of the human beings on this
Earth that you observe without pain

Look up and look at the sky,
don’t tell me this sky is as
quiet to you as it is to me; I know
you speak the same color