I’m looking really hard with my eyes forwrad and pushing with the fork on the outer corner of my left eyeball. My Dad says there is an orbticipital bone there that is impenetrable. He’s distracting, and scaring me because he makes me believe I am just going to puncture my own eyeball. I have to focus on the goodness of it and I force the fork backwards behind my eyeball. My vision loosens and I’m glad I started with the left eye. I can feel it separating from the optal nerve and it does hurt, but soon enojugh I have my eyeball out in my hand! The hole in my vision isn’t as annoying as I thought it would be, and I lick the black goo off my white shining eyeball. It tastes like blackberries. Then I pop the whole thing into my mouth. My eyeball is made of blackberry disintegrating gum, and as I chew it to delicious bits, I’m going to start on the right eye. My Dad stares at me unbelievingly but still good-humouredly and I continue to watch the tv, enjoying my new lack of depth perception.
The spider with Ava Gardner’s head already has both of her eyes out, and the enemy is talking about how they’re going to eat her. Even though she can’t see or move and has been silent for some time now, apparently she isn’t dead and she scoffs at the idea that the enemy knows where to stick the fork in her to eat her. The little guy comes in the door with his butter knives, throwing them at my various companions. As the knives stick in the wood behind their heads and no one flinches, I realize we’re all going to die. I swallow my spit nervously and where I’m crouched under the wooden table I start in on my second eyeball.
If you have no eyeballs they have no way in, and then you develop other ways of seeing.
