Fix Your Vision
They said they’d fix your vision. The new lens would only help you see what you should. Those thin clear circles of glass would have everything clear and fix any imperfections. They kept telling you that you’re vision wasn’t perfect and these glasses would help your life. You can’t even remember what it was like without these flimsy $200 frames, but you assume it was worse before. That’s what they told you and why would they lie. You went back and they said that the prescription wasn’t strong enough. Each time you went the glass got thicker and so did they’re paychecks. You vision they said was so clear now that you’d see things you hadn’t before, like the happy people going to see the doctor and the people who gave shelter and love to the homeless. You also didn’t see things you used to, like the cop on the corner assaulting a black teenager, the girls with their bones sticking out, and the single mother trying to sell her infant for a hit. They told you those where just hallucinations and mirages, then they told you not to talk about this. They said they didn’t want any false rumors to spread and cause havoc, so you forgot about it and continued in with you better life. Until the glass fogged up and for a second you swore you the cemetery, the one where you buried your parents. You should probably got back to the doctor.