they tried to teach him braille.
he threw a fit,
clenching his teeth,
pulling his ginger locks,
punching things
when he messed up.
"stop, will!
stop shouting!
stop smashing windows!
stop screaming into oblivion!"
his father screamed at him.
"stop.
stop being like...
this.
stop being blind."
his father was crying.
he was crying.
but, he
couldn't.
he couldn't just
stop.
and the reality cut
deeper.
deeper,
deeper
than any knife could.