Fuzz comes down,
Covers my eyes like wool
The light coming through
Another mocking sort.
My hands are never close enough
I knock over what I attempt to fix.
So, painlessly I drift from sharp corner to corner,
Bruised entrance into the void
Also known as – awakening.
Mouth sewn shut in my dreams.
Chapped and scraped open,
A wretched unbecoming,
This swelling and lessening
Like the passage of blood.
Gasps for air, for sight, for a relief
Which never comes;
Only passes by, the gift
Of sunshine.
Milena Bee is a poet and mythologist based in Los Angeles. In addition to having work featured in publications such as Beestung, Sad Girl Review, and Giallo, they're also the co-eic of All Guts No Glory. They're blind in one eye.