The lights burn behind my eyes
ropes of string pull out my corneas
it hurts
pounding
shaking
crumbling
my will shatters under the soft tissue of my eyelid
it stays there
I think in words not in numbers
they tumble from my mouth in desperate cries of plea
shifted shadows cover my colors
trembling under pressure
dusty and brittle they hum
clacking and clanking against the tin cups
they give us water in
smell of death so soft, it teases me
wisps of fire tickle them
breaking my screams with the crackle of the fire
the light retreats
taking my eyes away in coffee colored mason jars