She looks at him but do not allow her eyes to meet his.
If they collide it would bring forth an irreversible tragedy.
Hearts would turn into soaked sponges,
Breaths would break into gulps,
Wounds would bleed,
And tongues would stammer.
So she looks his way.
Her lips tremble like an unsteady chameleon.
For she knows the pieces won’t piece even with peace pleas bliss.