Layered Love

By Insha

We claim to love eyes.

All the poetry about it, all the prose on it, shows nothing but our infinite infatuation with eyes.

But the irony is, the moment you give us the eyeball, the actual eye, the eye without its

layers.

We will scream, get squeamish and hide in fear.

Even the eye in all its glory is disgusting if not concealed in layers.

We should claim to love layers.

By Insha

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