lurking inside pupils, framed by violet
irises that changed color like flushing fish
gill tissue exposed to oxygen, drowning in air.
Marie envisioned floaters moving, teasing
her apprehension of real and hallucinatory
images as annoying as darting fruit flies
gnats and mosquitos daring her lens to focus.
Glaring at dawn lights, squinting at sunsets
Marie’s cataracts flashed and fell like a personal
galaxy gravitating towards collapsing black holes
of fleeting imagination, discernable sights.