Forfeit Fireflies

An eye stares back. All white and naked. A black universe in a pool of veins, Tangled like brambles. That eye is yours. How you stare. My! How you stare! All pinprick and night. Cloud my mind, Like London’s greatest fog, And trap yourself in my thoughts Twist, turn, cry out if you must, For I know. I live with that. All turmoil and hate. Get out! Get out!