P r e s s u r e
They were already out
Gleaming, white
also brown, maybe a dash of black?
I couldn't have known.
but I feel wrong, as if they have already grown.
P r e s s u r e
Sockets of mine
are blind, fine
P r e s s u r e
I keep on pushing
and pushing
If that's what it takes
P r e s s u r e
To get my eyes back
yes
The pressure I can endure, but maybe not my own
face.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC
P r e s s u r e
They were already out
Gleaming, white
also brown, maybe a dash of black?
I couldn't have known.
but I feel wrong, as if they have already grown.
P r e s s u r e
Sockets of mine
are blind, fine
P r e s s u r e
I keep on pushing
and pushing
If that's what it takes
P r e s s u r e
To get my eyes back
yes
The pressure I can endure, but maybe not my own
face.
About my dream where I tried to push my eyeballs back in their place.
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