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When Sua opened those big black eyes, Heeah already felt the need to stifle that life away but other sisters were always pinching skin-to-meat with a demure smile. Big, fuzzy with a hundred gazes followed after them, after Heeah. It’s very…how do Heeah say it? There’s no one else.
But Sua.
Divided by glasses between sisters, their gaping mouths screaming, screeching with hoisted posture, but Heeah saw Mother gaze land on no one but Sua. Those tiny hands clutching into a big fist, and songbirds, mermaids, things of mythical nature come out of that tiny throat like a second nature; something not human, so Heeah would always kick Sua’s glass box so those lavender pupils would smile like a little girl Sua is.
But Sua doesn’t.
The more Sua grew, the more Heeah couldn’t see her little black silks, and whenever the white sun went to sleep, a teetering-looking girl would stand in front of Heeah like a crybaby. Oh, dear, there Sua goes weeping again. Go on, drench Heeah’s arm to Sua’s heart content, and as always, Heeah will whisper love into the sterilized air because Sua is such a lovely little thing.
But Sua doesn’t need.
Mother loved Heeah’s right eye: full of texture and shade of a white blanket sheet, so she let Scissor People pin Heeah down, even when they took it, they are greedy, but Mother already left. Get it, Sua? She left Heeah with them. So don’t touch Heeah’s eye every time Sua caught a glimpse of it, you innocent creature, you pure little flower, oh come on now, stop rubbing it, it tickled! It tickled! It tickled! It tickled! Hey, is this funny to Sua? That there are now bite marks along Heeah’s thighs, but because Heeah can’t see on the right and Sua can? Hey, hey, Heeah is serious, between that girl Mizi and Heeah, who does Sua love more? And don’t be greedy, Sua is making Heeah needy, oh, Heeah forgot.
But Sua doesn’t need me.
Seeing your small back turning away from this white room, my heart throb. Your twinging smile blooms so cutely, my heart throb so, for my last warmth in this forsaken existence, I give you these hot tears so when this vessel blends with ambers, you would choose me again.
Would you?
Would you?
Would you come back to Heeah?
Would you?
Would you?
Leave, right now.
And for the last time, don’t touch my eye.