this morning #1254.

this morning, every time i shut my eyes, i pictured a crazed, screaming creature from a freak show, a being whose eyelids had never properly developed. skin stretched shut tight over its eyeballs. blind & tortured. never given a chance. nostrils flaring. flailing back & forth against the walls. no escape from whatever horrific images hide behind its ocular blockage. i open my eyes back up & can’t think of anything but what’s happening behind my eyelids. a terrifying taste of terror. an anguished anger. imprisonment embodiment. evil seeming. likely misunderstood. we’re like involuntary nesting dolls, each seeing something inside that they’d rather not see. it also means that someone’s likely seeing me.