Close your eyes.

I focus on necks instead of eyes, so I cannot see the panic set underneath them. Hair swishes like a curtain, holding light back. Their eyes are LED lights, like that movie with aliens with the fighting scene in a bar. Dimming them is like pulling sunset closer to your heart, so they used up all their batteries on the first day. When they flood, we are swamped with pondweed and mud. When they look away, it is more painful, because I looked at all.

They are withered grey, like ancient olive branches trying to find their way back home.