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a child stumbles, falls to the ground. broken. its eyes sparkle no more. i watch the streaming masses of our population step over the lifeless husk.. does anyone notice? do they really not see it? no.. they just ignore. and forget. i can never forget. just another number to be swept away and forgotten... i will never forget! i cut my way through the crowds. they flow by me like water, not ackknowledging my presence. i remain one of the unseen. something has always seperated me from them. my eyes have always been unclouded. i speak of the truth.. their ears are stuffed with lies. deaf to my words. dead to my world. why would they, the blind, as i call them, want to ackknowledge something they cant accept, something opposite of what they were taught. it would ruin their perfect lives. so they will flow on.. ignorant in their own forced happiness. all these thoughts fly through my head in the space of time between the few short steps to the lifeless bundle of rags on the ground.

i crouch down.. brush the hair out of its blank eyes. i leave the lids open, in death this child will see. i take the small bundle in my arms.. it weighs nothing. as if its weight abandoned it the same time its soul did. i carried it in my arms back to my refuge. i close the door to my shop behind me.. i look around at all my finished products.

my works of art.

'such beauty!' they tell me. such lifelike appearance they say... the blind would never accept the truth, that wouldnt fit into their perfect vision of what i am. i take the child to the back of the store.. and set her on my workbench. i open her cold lips.. and pour a vial of liquid into her mouth.. in time it will turn her organs and brains to liquid.. which i will remove. tears stream down my cheeks.. and fall onto her lifeless body.. every new one pains me so.. i wish it wasnt up to me to show the world. but it is. so i continue my work. this one has such piercing green eyes, so very beautiful.
the days pass. and life goes on in the world around me... the masses worry about wars they will never see.. famine and hunger that will never gnaw at their bellies as it has done to mine. they look at it all from the comfort of their warm dry homes.. and say such things like "isnt that a shame" and "thats just awful what those ppl have to put up with" now they feel justified. theyve said something.. it matters no more.. theyve shown the rest of the world that they too.. understand other ppls pain.. so they flick the channel and ignore the hungry eyes of dying children.

the bells above my door jingle, a customer has come in. i put on a smile so false im amazed i dont get beaten for my rudeness. but they never notice.. just as this plump overfed lady doesnt. she glances around my shop.. wearing what im sure is the latest in expensive fashionable clothing. i know her. she's a regular. she loves my 'work'. she comes to the counter, inquires about any new pieces i might have done. she never meets my eyes as she talks. i wonder.. is it for fear of something she knows she might see? i'm a necessary evil to be put up with and ignored in order for her to get her display pieces. i mention how i just finished a new piece.. she glances at the doll sitting on a shelf to the right of my counter..

"oh!" she exclaims.. "its exquisite! she is so darling.. and those green eyes! their simply amazing. i must have her in my collection."

she doesnt ask the price.. the rich never do.. nor do they ever ask just how i make such lifelike dolls. i'm beginning to think that deep down.. they know. their so wrapped up in their own ignorance.. they just refuse to see this as in all things. but i will make them see. they will all see eventually...