Little eyes. 
In little windows.
Heat always rises. 
Face painted red.
Brain melting
and running out of my mouth. 
Makes my words stick together 
and come out mushy.
Peach pits in my stomach.
Tear through the gut. 
Twisting.
Contracting.
Restricting.
Screaming.
Wait...
SCRE­AMING!
So I listen.
Today I put my ear to the glass.
Lies,
opportunity
and a choice. 
Little eyes.
In little windows.
Come see me.