Ron Gallo
Black Market Eyes
She bought new eyes on the black market
The kind where history flies by and is erased by her iris
I watched the eclipse as the sun drips across her eyelids
Her beast lingers where no one else can see

A darkness I can’t understand
A past I can’t get past
A future I can’t feud over
I will try to understand you

Then I taped her eyes open
And crawled into her soul
Yes, I stared as she shuddered
Because I knew there was a hole

A darkness I can’t understand
A past I can’t get past
A future I can’t feud over
Leave everything behind

She wanders into the ground
Thinks herself down and down
Hits the wall at the bottom of it all
Then knocks and turns around