Opening the Eye

I taste the salt from my belly button

Tinged with the memory of tears

As I try to open the eye

I feel myself sinking back into the depths

Of where I was

And can no longer be

I open the pages

To scribbles written

Barely legible

Telling me of truths

That my cells already know

But are too full to absorb

The eye is pink and crusty

But I crack it open

And read.