Would you finally be able to see?
If you had two pairs, I mean.
If you ripped my eyes from their sockets and split the gold from my iris to pay the price of being tangled up in blue?
Cut out my tongue so you can talk to your son instead of chirping at him like a goddamn animal.
You know so little about the child you conceived,
the most you could summon on your own was the name you gave him.
Sever my ears, too.
I won't hear his cries when I'm under the knife,
when he's ripped from the parent that didn't abandon him,
when he's forced into your care by the cruel irony of a selfish world.
I won't allow it.
You'll have to take my hands before you take him back.
Find me.
Slit my throat and take my eyes.
It's the only way you'll ever see him again.
(ps ps ps)
