sunny𓃹

I see blindness, reading. Blind women hear a stranger's gaze in their mirror. Eyeless she is, bachelors cut her throat open. Regurgitating, Regurgitating, Regurgitating, She says a name, A name she is. Mucus, Phlegm and Snot, Babble courtship In front of my face. Emptyheaded, Following me to a place. Coughing or kissing, the difference remains unseen. She gestures wounds only the blind have, for some coin, for some pity, It all means nothing to me. Vomiting, Vomiting, Vomiting, names, sickeningly. Authors, family, friends and lovers, all symptoms spouted by disease. pleading names, in my room, she says names, knowing, names are all she is. Bleeding names, shedding all that you know, a blind woman you are; Below. Me. Beneath me. Seeing me. Smiling. Internally. atop those glassy jitters. Ever beautifully, do you reflect, something so much more humane. Chasing opium vapours, within this room. For all that you know, Despite all your books, you still cannot see me. -𓃹