Icepick
This week's poem, as always, with a touch of Aphantasia.
sometime during the chaos of my being born someone shoved an icepick deep into my mind’s eye it didn’t matter before the flood there was nothing inside to look at and it was dark before the bright came it must have been quick before I closed my eyes to see before I could blink
Thank you for reading. Here’s another poem.
My initial post has more about Aphantasia. Have a look, and the poems might make a different kind of sense.
Please share this with any aphants you might have in your life. I am highly curious to know if any of this resonates with others whose mind’s eyes are dark.
—Alex