Creased

Angry at god, I rubbed my own eye out
Put into an uncomfortable position
Like in a car crash
Or wrestling
I waver

Looking ahead, I only see sunshine
But it's a really hot sun and I am nervous
When heat burns the flesh
It is meat
I am scared

On every train, emergency handles
Preparing for the worst, but hoping for the best
Elevators fail
Hearts just stop
Legions lose

When my vision came back, I thanked my god
Not knowing what should be done about my own eyes
I found my crumple
A small zone
Inside me
Creased
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