We shut them out.
Everywhere they rear their ugly heads.
We cannot escape
the eyes, lined along each stinging hair.
One touch is all it took
for them to make me theirs, one sting
upon a thoughtless finger…
For their force surrounded me, made for me
a burning bed
and laid me down in it, my flesh dissolving
until I danced amidst
their company, wore new eyes upon my skin
and left with leaves
that glimmered in a purer rain.
Now when I close
my eyes they are still parading there,
my mind, hostile yet necessary.