Also, that left eye of his was weeping again.
His left eye was bright red and weeping steadily, but at least now it was pointing at me along with the other one.
He saw that this time when she spoke, her eyes wept.
She wore a garland of pale blue roses, and her eyes wept blood.
And her eyes, all swimming in blood, like she'd wept blood.
She had never had a child but her eyes wept milk.
She futilely kicked, eyes weeping in pain and loss.
The red eyes wept blood, and he didn't remember that either.
One day, out of curiosity, the sons each asked why one eye was weeping and the other smiling.
His dark, red-rimmed eyes wept tears of eyestrain in the light.