Eyes in the back of my head. I see more than you think. I know more than you want me to believe. Eyes that know your betrayal. The betrayal of your cock wedged deep in his ass.
That I would give in. That I ever gave in. That I couldn’t see the truth. Eyes withstanding negative shapes. I hope he was good. I hope he was worth dying for. Eyes that see my explicit. “Show, don’t tell.” Sometimes telling is better than showing.
Eye for an eye. Pulling out and crossing my T’s and dotting my I’s. Choking on the remainder of the invisible. What we wished we could unsee but can’t undo.