Through Your Eyes
A poem
Published in
Apr 15, 2024
You
looked at me
and saw faults
snake out of my brain,
crawl under your skin,
rot your mood.
Your mouth
spat the venom
back into my face.
La folie a deux
cracked and split:
the wasted Eden
and the pressed-in hell.
My image
in your cortex–
a film negative,
overexposed,
démodé–
crumbled and faded
into my self-imposed
non-existence
through your eyes.
© Masha Zubareva 2024
Big thanks to Thomas Gaudex and Scribe for giving space to my words.
