Melt (revision)

The holes I put in my eyelids

offer no solace and give me no

jump on the day. They just let the night

seep in faster. Unfair.

 

Eyes steady as a chopping block,

fixed against an invisible target.

Hands gripping at the wheel. Clumping

together all the days’ tragedies

to make them easier to swallow.

This pill is of my mark. Consolidation.

 

Salty tears for an aching

stomach. Driving away and feeling accomplished.

Ending it was better than living

in a house of greeting cards. Fake.

 

I put holes in my eyelids

so I could see her coming.

I left her in the sun. I left her in the crowd.

There was no yelling.

There was no scene.

There was only a blank stare. Then, nothing.