Eyes

by penelopeglass

A one shot,freeverse of the LW meeting up with butch. I was bored,ok

The eyes.

Always the eyes.

Those green eyes, they envelope me in hopelessness.

The voice.

Always the Voice.

It calls to me, from a soul that's been abused, that can do better.

"Hey."

He calls.

"You look familiar."

Of course.

I don't respond.

"Deena, 'That you?"

I look down into my sloppy glass jar

Filled with Cheap Wine.

"no…"

I mutter.

I love him.

I always had.

But in the wasteland you can't afford

To love.

Smiling,

He pats me on the back.

I grunt.

"What, you don't like the Butch-man?"

It's him.

I can't help it.

"Say,butch,What about we start that gang again?"

I gulp.

"Of course! Girl, we're going to be the most badass Gang in The wasteland!"

I sigh.

Better things have happened.