My eyes have been dry all day. No tears here. Un-lubricated, scratchy rolling eyeballs just sitting in their sockets like bacteria-ridden barnacles.
I drank more water than a person should, and peed it right out again. Something’s wrong with my aqueducts. The Amazon floods, and drought encircles the Sahara.
Dry eyes behind thick glass lenses. Images flipped, fuzzed, focused, held together by habit of seeing. Carport carpet. Rub until they are red.
The engine shut down because it’s completely out of oil. Load her up, and it’s still going to take quite a few pulls to get her started again.