perpetual conception

as the sun lit up the crimson room

  my eye opened with terrifying alarm

  but all I could see was my

  capillaries and the presence of light.

fumbling about the room

  I made it to what I thought was the center

  and cried and thought about

  how I can begin to open my eyes

and I felt someone push a scissor into

      my hands.

I didn't understand -

  I didn't want to understand -

but reality is shocking

    and I had no choice

I felt the cold blades of the scissor

  even before they touched my face

and

as the sun lit up the crimson room

  my eye opened with terrifying alarm

  but all I could see was

  the presence of light.