In Your Eyes

meeting some people’s eyes is bruising

socket shiners

windows to mud-streaked souls

all blind spot

whether stripping

(or)

cracked

blackout lids

you see too much

glancing blows

(that)

splinter

& fracture

spitting shards of pane

phreak house phantasmagorias

pupils

>the dead kind<

that learned stuff no one needs to see…

©Karen Robiscoe