Vague lines and blurred faces
fill her vision.
Patch of darkness,
patch of light.
Real or fake,
fake or real?
Is it just illusion,
enhanced by glass contraption,
making the world too real to bear?
She throws them away,
listening to the satisfying splintering.
Throwing away the optical illusion
That holds the world enthralled
I blame this entirely on my friend who made a passing comment about hating wearing her glasses all the time because they made everything “Too real.”