It is there

right there

do you see it?

I cut it open for you.

Do you see it now

if I move it this way?

No...well are you blind?

Do I need to tear the flesh more so you can see better?

I still have the knife.

How do you not see it?

It is there

trust me right there

that tiny reflection

on the walls of my mangled heart.

Yes, do you finally see?

It is you.

No, I can't just take it away or give it back

or sew it up.

It doesn't work that way

You see

but you're still blind

even when it is right there...

right there.