SLICES

My eyes point to the front of me
To gather up what they can see
A bit to the left,
A bit to the right,
A bit to the up,
A bit to the down,
But mostly just a slice
Straight in front of me

My eyes carve out small paths
To scoop up little swaths
Some to the left,
Some to the right,
Some to the up,
Some to the down,
They guzzle what they can quaff
From all around me

You strike from the behind
From back where I am blind
Then slice at that which is left
As though you have the right
To make things up
And let me down
Changing what is mine
Way inside of me.

I trusted you
Now I do not
And my eyes…
They move…
Much faster…
Now…

By cindy
2/27/17