not a window to my soul.

My right eye has been bloodshot for weeks now, rebelling against allergy season and spiting my attempts to keep a contact lens on her. She is going to burn out of my socket and roll down the Salty Tear River that she churned to a constant current last night. My eye is rose-colored glass, and when she finally breaks free, she will shatter. I will be blind. At this point, I say bring on the eye-patch…at least I won’t look high anymore.