She came from the Night.
Hungry for eyes.
The village people took their sight away, after quick glares.
We shall not see what we have seen, they thought. We shall unsee what we have seen.
They put leaves over her head and on her hands. When they’d speak to her, they would rest their sight on the leaves.
When they’d talk with her, she would also look at the leaves on her hands, to have something in common, something to share. A shared glare.
Her hunger for eyes kept growing. The village kept their economic glimpses on the leaves.
On a windy day, she ran into the woods.
The forest took her in and shook her like a tree.
The leaves fell, and so did she. On her knees.
So it goes. The story of the girl hungry for eyes.