
January 28, 2016 — gogogiannadaki
Epicanthus
Do you see myself
when you look in the mirror?
Do you feel my touch
when you wash your skin?
Can you tell me why
I am trembling like this?
Do you honestly believe
that a graze could heal me?
Your sight impairment
has made you invincible.
Alas, the virus has spread
all over my soul.