Recollected Iris

When your eyelids dart behind closed eyes

and your heart beats to your own world’s pulse

You see a person you love,

alive in your dream

and look into their irises,

every notch and hue,

as if every bit were memorized.

Protected: How Are You Doing? (A grotesque vignette of paramount suffering)

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Little fly, most would neglect,

Only bigger than a breadbox deserves our respect.

We’re a broken, hurt and flawed world,

But I’ve learned to disconnect.

“I’m a fast blinker.
Likely not the fastest you’ll ever see.
But my eyelids have done their time
of shutting darkness out.”

“A foregone conclusion, penned in cobwebs.

There is one solitary space for this decomposing love to inhabit.”

“Let your emotions in. See the glimmer of each feeling in your honest irises.

They shine with the uncut dazzle of Babylon- a rare treasure indeed.”

“Before I could even bat an eyelash, five hours of sleep,

three hours of activity went flying down the drain

Like a bluelight blackout.

So let me tell it straight with my bird-flipping finger

cocked on the Uninstall button,

Mobile game developers can go to hell.”

“I know a few things- that I never liked the winter,

It was always something to survive.

And words stained with chagrin and tonic,

I’d have thought those snowshoes foolish to buy.”

“We could see the world for empty pressure,

Or imagine the kaleidoscope particle shower we bathe ourselves in, every moment.”

Finally home. Finally free. I am free of the friends who peeped At my anxiety like a hot older sister. … More