Ignorance is Bliss

A sinister part taking over.

Pulling my eyes open she begs me to see, my eyelids start to bleed as they peel away forever, and now that I am ever seeing all I wish is to perceive is the darkness.  I stayed this way for months, the vibrancy of color became null, the excitement of never missing a thing now exhausting me. I beg her, to close my eyes for good and let the darkness consume me and my ignorance hold me like an injured babe, but all she did was throw my eyelids in the fire and we watched them burn together through two brown eyes that lay in my head.

She whispers to me like soft forehead kisses, whispers secrets of knowledge so intoxicating that my feelings whirl quickly tangled and misguided. I have a million questions, but she never lets me speak, I am only perception when I want to be ever perceived.

The secrets of others like gossip are her favorites, I learn quickly and fall into a similar form like a chameleon. It’s an easy task, for being against her knowledge only causes loneliness and pain. I mentioned this once and was never able to again.

I awoke and it was dark, with no eyes to see a thing and I waited for her whispers that never came. A luxury, an awaited silence, and darkness. I sit and rest in it, revel in it as a hermit in their cave, and sigh a wet groan. I exist now deep in the belly of the creature and she walks in the skin that everyone can see. How tragic. I cry entrails in my new garden, an opulence in the form of never seeing.