QuarryMy eyesare Telling.Telling of sharp slivers of pain,lumps of misshapen anger,sizeable rocks of sadness;just visible in the depth of my veryEyes.An expert eyewill see the shimmerof hope, love, generosity;precious gems of humanityseen past the murkIn myTelling eyes.
'cause otherwise why the heck would there be scales?
on a small scale...
but still, it's really fun. ^.^