Blood

I closed my eyes. To my amazement, I could still see the room around me. I put my fingers to my eyes to see if they were closed. I felt eyelids and liquid. I removed my fingers to find blood dripping from them. I could see through my fingers. I wiped the blood off on my cheek. I could see through my cheek. Each drop of my blood on my skin added to my vision. I put my fingers in my mouth, bit down, and swallowed. The blood dripped down my throat and I was taken on a tour of my digestive system. I found that I had stomach cancer. I cut my wrist so that I may cover my entire body. Every squeeze of my forearm freed more crimson. I slowly became enlightened. I could see from all angles. When I had doused myself completely in my own color, I understood the infinite and the void. I collapsed to the floor in awe. I died in understanding.

Ants

I awoke. I undressed myself. I lusted my way into a forest. I made love to all I saw there. I found myself with sweet honey and a blade. I covered myself with the honey and buried the blade into my face. I flung myself to the ground. I screamed in exile. I made love to the ants that were slaves. I made love to their queen. I found the ants loved me. I found the ants wanted to be with me. I traveled and the ants followed. I believed that the ants loved me. I named them all. I wanted them to be with me. I told the ants what you have done to me. I understood that the ants wanted revenge. I listened to the ants and their plans to torture you. I was hesitant. I no longer loved you. I loved the ants and they loved me. I took the ants to where you were. I whispered in the queen’s ear. I reminded her of what you’ve done. I saw the ants begin their attack. I stopped them. I told them I wanted to help. I watched the ants make me small. I watched the world around me grow. I was one of them. I was what loved me. I crawled up your body. I noticed you not notice. I journeyed up to your eye. I retrieved the blade from my wound. I carved a hole large enough for me to slip through and into your pupil. I crawled in. I watched you not notice from the inside. I returned the blade to my face. I was able to look where you looked. I was disgusted at what you looked at. I was disgusted to see your face in the mirror instead of mine. I could not make love to you. I grew insane in my solitude in the black room inside your eye. I grew lonely. I called out for the ants. I watched the ants not come. I watched you watch the ants not come. I was alone. I was alone inside of your eye. I was cold inside of you. I thought you would be warm. I wanted you to be warm to me. I wanted in vain. I wanted inside your veins. I decided to end it. I no longer wanted to see what you saw. I was disgusted for too long. I jerked the blade out from my face. I had some difficulty. I had healed to the blade in my little black prison. I screamed in pain. I thought you heard me. I knew I was crazy to think that. I knew you could never hear me. I took the blade and kissed it. I tasted my blood. I tasted freedom. I thrust the blade back through the front of your eye. I grew as I escaped. I grew much faster than I moved out of you. I watched your body quiver as I exited. I noticed you finally noticed me.