Sunday, March 25, 2012

Flash

I breathed in as he flashed his torch on me.
I could feel my pupil contract at the speed of light, to a dot that drilled through my brain.
I thought it would disappear. I thought the world would.

He turned it off.
I felt my pupil bombard, growing as a web to entangle the remnants of my being.
It spiraled to the boundary of my eye, to seize light from the dark.
I breathed out.

Was I blind?

Or was I dead?

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