my eyes, bloodshot ad red, popped vessels from rubbing and itching, fingernails and sweater paws rubbing my eyes around in their sockets until they're damaged beyond repair, it all just makes it so that you cant make eye contact with me, not today.
i want to submerge the top half of my face in a boiling vat of holy water, maybe deep freeze, a meat locker, anything to stop this constant, unrelentless burn, itching, making me feel like my eyes are already ripping from my skull.
i look like i've come down woth Bell's Palsy- one eye is swollen, half shut, and i cant bring myself to smile through the itching slackness of it unless its just one side of my mouth turning up at someone's bad joke, accompanied by breathing out one of those short breaths from my nose.
it's the air, it's killing me, i swear. i've got a freezer pack held to my eyelids but now its a numb itch instead, it was supposed to help but now it just feels worse.
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Heartless and Disorientated
PoetryF. T. Willz wannabe I'm a tortured poet I guess -all photography is by me-