you’ve got these filaments in your eyeballs
light bulb filaments,
flicker, spark
you’ve got this dark
spot you say
you’re afraid
it’s a cataract, but it’s just a shade
and I’m not afraid of ghosts,
I know how to stare back at them,
show them I’m alright, I swear
if you touch me, it won’t hurt
you, though my clumsiness does escape me
now and again, like when I hit your
eye socket or cheek unwittingly
in my sleep
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 1:10 AM UTC
you’ve got these filaments in your eyeballs
light bulb filaments,
flicker, spark
you’ve got this dark
spot you say
you’re afraid
it’s a cataract, but it’s just a shade
and I’m not afraid of ghosts,
I know how to stare back at them,
show them I’m alright, I swear
if you touch me, it won’t hurt
you, though my clumsiness does escape me
now and again, like when I hit your
eye socket or cheek unwittingly
in my sleep
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