Traci Robison
Where We Buried Cammi Sue
Inspiration piece
Don’t open your eyes
By Jules Rolfe
Response
Blue, blurred, harsh, unclear
Don’t
Open
Your eyes
Promises of light shone
through the optimistic cracks
in your eyelids are lies told by strangers
Blue, blurred, harsh, unclear
Don’t
Open
Your eyes
You are not
ready for how harsh,
how hollow truth can be
Blue, burred, harsh, and unclear
Do
Not
Open
Your eyes
You do not want
to know the sadness, pain
despair, and ugliness of grief
Blue, blurred, harsh, unclear
Do NOT
Open your eyes
Nothing becomes sharper.
or clearer. Please. Let me spare you
the vision. The fear. The disappointment.
DO NOT
open your eyes.
Let me lead you. Let me.
Let me lead you a few more miles,
1 more yard, 2 more feet, 1 more inch
These leaves,
this bark, these branches
are explored more gently with fingers
are better scrapped roughly against cheeks, against lips
are best rubbed up and down the vertebrae of a spine, one at a time
with feet anchored firmly to the ground, winding around
and feeding these roots, than ever seen
blue, blurred, harsh, and unclear.
Open your eyes.
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