Glow around the edges
Like my work of art.

Tiny pinpricks of light
And circles of black
Is all I see.

Faces, sometimes,
Screaming and talking,
Spitting and choking.

I know them.
Or I don't.

I hate them.
Mostly.

Colours, imprinting in my vision
Like an eclipse, or a sunspot,
Or a sentimental image
Burned into your heart.

It hurts to think.
It stings to remember.
I need the antisepctic to breathe.

Cut me open on the table,
Vivisection, criticism,
Ruthlessly sharp,
Pretty,
And pretty ignorant.

Find me a new pair of livers,
Three kidneys and a mangled spleen.
I don't like to be right.

Think think think
And find me new eyes.
Carve out the corium,
Implant the chromium.
Make me new,
Make me someone else,
Make me wrong.