dear blue eyes, my patience
exhaled its last gasping breath
at our finish line as if tonight
tonight could somehow
rebuild my dependency
on other people's insecurities
so I write to my irises in an attempt to
discolor-discredit-dismantle my past
like a fiction; but my pupils have taught me well
and the only gaze that remains is a watchdog
lest I turn into a monster
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