Scorching eyes bewildered by a fragmented vessel adorned with dull machinery, pity filled stares piercing the air to puncture a body society questions the worth of. 

Everyday actions become burlesque to the voyeuristic eyes of the able-bodied 

Flesh seen over the soul, life saving devices seen over the person. Erasing the existence of self. pressure building. Overflowing mind, bursting its seams craving a release 

We've begged. 

Your stares have consequences. 

stop the quick glances the idle staring 

Rip the eyes from the socket, smashing squeezing devouring them 

Squish them between the teeth, ooze seeping from the lips, always wanting them to stop wishing they'd mind their damn business to let me live, let me exist without becoming an object