The Pupil

I devour—what you see.

Gnawing away 

At what the pupil teaches.

A seering sun. A blinded face.

A burning thumbprint

Blotting out shapes.

Peeled the lids.

Sewn the mouth.

A garrote grin: a plastic smile. 

With severed sight,

The senses reflect,

On the thudding floorboards

Where the Nothing was left.