Blindeye
Her eyes were colourless
To describe them as grey
Would have been a compliment.
When she took them off you
And turned away
The back of her head
Was no different to the front.
And the indifference made your mind freeze
The surrounding air pressure
Being the sole stimulant
Pushing fiercely from every possible angle
And through every vulnerable gash
The bold cold air squeezing through the space
Between eyeball and eyelid
And is pushing
Until the pressure makes you think
Your eyeballs might just pop out
And land in your frozen upturned palms.
To describe them as grey
Would have been a compliment.
When she took them off you
And turned away
The back of her head
Was no different to the front.
And the indifference made your mind freeze
The surrounding air pressure
Being the sole stimulant
Pushing fiercely from every possible angle
And through every vulnerable gash
The bold cold air squeezing through the space
Between eyeball and eyelid
And is pushing
Until the pressure makes you think
Your eyeballs might just pop out
And land in your frozen upturned palms.