When they tore my eye like ripping paper
I saw a staircase of jawbones,
red velvet, gold banister
I saw Manhattanhenge in the cherry blossom esplanade
Light-sculpted fetus charging reindeer unicorn
The archways under bridges bloomed with doors
Something never a horse fluttering violet mascara-strewn lashes-
wearing human eyes,
unbloodied
too much like my own when it stared back,
when it saw me.