Hell, I fall in love with everyone;
one slow-blurred movement, and I am anybody’s.
A world of pastel wash, across a scurrying blackness,
and words layered upon themselves, 127 more words
Yesterday’s visit with the cornea surgeon went well. The “divot” made in my eye is healing well and the doctor removed the bandage contact lens. There was still a little bit of “rust ring” on my eyeball and this time, the doctor scraped it off with some other instrument (besides the burr) that was much less flinch inducing. 112 more words