The lights in the edge of my eyes. I want to see them so much.
They’re so horrible, I can’t look away.
I want them within and without me. All trough and about me.
I want feathers in my lungs and eyes on my skin. I want my heart to see and my lungs to fly.
I want to undo the division of day and night.
I want to cast light over the city and shine shadows where the streetlights used to be.
