The Blackened Eye

Partitions closing
light behind me, sealing me
within ebon wings.

Reality: I forgot
how harsh your bite is.
Being is replaced by living.

Who am I?
But a blinking eye,
dust falling from my lashes.

Who are you
to try to force my eye open
or to weld it shut?

Copyright 2013
A. J. Hayes
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