My eyes
are sinking back into
my skull.
They leave two gaunt
craters
in the skin beneath each lower
eyeflap,
each which now darkens and
dissociates itself
from
a healthy pigmentation—
much in the same
fashion
as that in which I
myself
have darkened
and dissociated
from reality
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 2:41 AM UTC
My eyes
are sinking back into
my skull.
They leave two gaunt
craters
in the skin beneath each lower
eyeflap,
each which now darkens and
dissociates itself
from
a healthy pigmentation—
much in the same
fashion
as that in which I
myself
have darkened
and dissociated
from reality
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