There it is
Opened again, wide
For your eyes to do what your hands cannot
Asleep was comfortable
Awake is painful
Opened is blistering
But necessary
I offered, gave, pushed, fed
I now sacrifice what’s left
A foetus of a woman
In a hostile womb
Born from sins and cries
Raised on lips and hands and hair and thighs and
The milk taken out of my mouth
I now scavenge the depths of my memories for food
To see
In the mirror
The real image
Of my new skin
did your profile photo suddenly become clearer?!
like it? love it!
Sitting on a mountain side, lighting strikes and for a brief moment all becomes clear. Such are moments of happiness. Little flashes in an ocean of darkness.
face: yes, like a lot of other things 🙂
carmo: thank you 🙂
jeliel: oh, how I love this!
It’s kind of like when I got my glasses. I didn’t realize I couldn’t see until I put them on and everything became clear.
I just got my new prescription, man, the details I was missing!