I want to die with my glasses off.
I won’t worry for a blurry world we know goes on without us.
I’ll rest in death with a face that’s free from the weight of the lenses that sit on my nose thrown and steer these gullible eyes.
I’ll lay splayed like a squished cat on cool concrete. Just as I am.
I want to feel the black fog roll in and kiss these twitchy eyelids ‘night. Who can see the end of dreams anyway?