The Eye We’re the eyelash, the irritant lodged ..

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The Eye We’re the eyelash, the irritant lodged inside it can’t weep out, despite the nights spent sobbing and the tears streaking down, we persevere to burrow deeper, entrench ourselves in tender tissue, it spies the bodies we pile higher, awash in blood we freely shower, other times we are like water, coaxing free what it has witnessed, faces flush with lively color, passions tangled beneath covers, dancing like a whirling fire, candles that have not burnt out, we ravage and we rile, create destroy and oft beguile, the eye sees all atop the world, sees our tattered wings unfurl, moths drawn to a scheming light, either wakened or destroyed, we are art she dares to see, a gorgeous aching misery.