Blemish

Eyes wide open

Groggy, groggy, groggy

Yawn

Stretch, stretch…..S T R E T C H

And I rub my eye

And I rub my chin

Then the mirror puts things into perspective

It’s like zoning in on a target

I can’t take my eyes off of it

“Neither will others”, says my interior.

White. Bulbous. Swollen. Inflamed.

Right there underneath my nose – that cliff in the middle of my facial landscape

Just above my lip – that canyon where all things flow

I flinch because I know it’s gonna sting

That space between the cliff and the canyon is so delicate and tender –

soft turf that pains one to trample on

It has to go – S Q U A R E D  S H O U L D E R S

Now, I am awake. Wide awake and ready to go into action.

Into battle.

My weapons?

Two crescent scythes attached to my fingers – those excavators of my world

Here comes the first charge

S Q U E E Z E –