Eyes

I'm agonizing over these words.
I don't know why.
I'm just going to let them flop out of me.
Flop.

I had a feeling this would be how it would end.
There's no sustaining that kind of blind hope.
It should have died a long time ago.
But dark men in dark rooms forced it onward.
Staggering along with sutured flesh
and unconsecrated eyes
that saw the world with a new, horrible light.
It should have been left to die.

Somewhere somebody is cleaning out her wounds.
Somebody somewhere is humming a tune with blue lips.
Somebody somewhere is drowning in a pair of eyes that should have been left to die.
Somebody.
Somewhere.

There's a lot to bear.

I have seen them in the darkness
jade sirens
with a thousand blood-flecked eyes.
They'll feed upon my certainty
wretched web-spinners all
and I cannot begrudge them.
But they should have been left to die.

Hold me in your arms and desire me for five fucking minutes.
I can't meet those eyes anymore.