pupil ovenbird There is something growing in the darkness of my ocular womb. Small feet kick against sclera, forcing my pupil wide. When I look in the mirror one eye is engulfed by darkness, the other is a pinhole_camera. I press palms against the pressure of something gathering strength. The force of dilation erases my iris but I birth nothing but blindness. My vision blurs until I see ghosts. Everything is inverted and shimmering. My entire past is projected on a crumbling white wall. The only thought that finds its way through a crack in my wordless panic is, “how will I find your face in all this light?” 250819 what's it to you? who go blather from