that night.

My eyes have gotten worse
things double when I stare

At first I didn't recognize
two images intertwining becomes
a blur in the dark
gushes
to scream
its defined edge

the overlaying lines that my eyes catch
I take them to be real

When I gaze deep, hard, down
my stomach aches.
I want to empty, empty
and it churns, churns
of acids, dirt, solidifying
into cement.