Darling, paint the eyes

Every morning I paint a pair of eyes to see the world for me— Mines scream at the sky fracturing into neon glass. The dazzling eyes I painted— I use them to fit in the crowd dancing in chemical haze —reasons left out at the gate. I use them to study the rites of smoke —to ghost myself in every exhale. I use them to ignore the judgmental stare —that inner child I silenced, it's always her No good can come from spoiling the fun— Darling, just blind yourself.