Skull

My eyes
trace the words
on the page.
Something
disturbs me.
There is
something
blocking
my eyes.
I wipe my
brows, but
that's not it.
I go look
in the
mirror.
I notice
my eyes
have sunken
so deep
in their sockets,
my eyelids
are scratching
the inside
of my
overhanging
skull.