a pair of eyes,
heavy with dreams, brimful of impatience,
look back at me
and seize my selfish bone.
not only does it pluck it out of me
but destroy to mortality,
never to be seen.
Mother, I'm doing this for you.
for you, this is done.
I felt myself growing with plans,
scenarios I pictured in my head,
countless plots at my fingertips,
but they suddenly depart forever,
never to be welcomed,
back in me again,
like showers from my iris,
like scalps from my skin.