The Green Lie

In the mirror, his eyes speak with green life: hope and wonder which don’t match his emotional state. They say eyes are the windows of the soul, but they’re really just the tools your body uses to see, and his eyes are excellent liars. Everyone always says he has pretty eyes, shining and green. They gloss over the death his soul is experiencing. It’s a compound death that has multiplied exponentially over time. He smiles sardonically at the life in his shining green eyes. Those pretty green eyes of death.