The Tangle gymnopédie no.1

This woman's aunt had eyes like hers.

Like moons.

Her moons stare into the deep indigo of her mother's one eye. No, this autumn woman's eyes.

Sakhmet, It was spoken with little attached to it because she can only think of the other woman's words. Of the colors that stared back at her.

My mother had an eye like yours. She found herself saying quicker than she would have liked. As if they were two school girls who had stumbled upon something forbidden. Quick to exchange whispery gossips.