Seeing Through

Look at me in the microscope and see how I am covered with bacteria. Look at how I do not dare to move away from these parasites. I am a lazy and coward specimen waiting to die from infection. Do you enjoy this festive sight? Maybe you do, for you wouldn't care to zoom those lenses further if you're not entertained.

Do you know I'm staring at you too? I can see the blackness of your pupil as it reflects my gruesome body. Sadly, I cannot see you through, even just a little beyond that part of your corporal body.

I've been wanting to witness a tear or two and see how your eyes will be dampened and blinded by despair. I've been wanting to obscure your sight so you won't dissect me with your stern eyes again. I am hoping to see how your sad eyes will look like when they are unconcealed by those glasses. I have been wanting to know you.