The Seeing Bloom

She doesn’t need eyes anymore.

Once, she searched for answers in books, in faces, in the shifting sky. But the world lied with its colors, its distractions, its easy deceptions. So one day, she stopped looking. And that’s when she saw.

Now, fire blooms where her vision used to be, bright and alive, searing through falsehoods like the last embers of a dying sun. She walks unshaken, unafraid, because nothing hides from her anymore. Not the truth. Not the ghosts of yesterday. Not the things people whisper behind closed doors.

She is beyond sight. She is knowing. And you? You might blink, look away, pretend you don’t see her coming.

But she sees you.