what it looks like?: II

he said he never remembers his dreams--that it had been about 20 years since he's had any memories upon waking. however, last week he awoke gasping and sweating to these images:

he was walking along the streets of Seoul when he saw a beautiful woman with a glossy sheet of long black hair wailing loudly:
"i'm blind! i'm blind! someone help me!"

he rushed over and stared into her deep brown unseeing eyes. he reached to catch hold of her arm to calm her. a duo of old women in vivid colors intercepted the woman and began stroking her hair and face, speaking in sweet dulcet tones:
we're here to help. we're going to help you to regain your sight. hold onto our arms.

the woman whimpered and cried and clung onto the brightly lit fabrics of their sleeves. they began pulling her down the street.

he was concerned. curious. so he called out to them. the duo looked backwards and then nodded to him excitedly as they hurried along. reds, yellows, blues, and browns swished around their thin bodies.

he followed them down the street. they turned left into an alley, then another left into a smaller alley. they carefully led her up four broken concrete stairs into a warm room filled with thick sweet odor he couldn't identify.

the duo seated the woman into a plush old couch and flit out of the room still calling out to her sweetly. the dark curtain of the woman's hair flowed downwards and she began twisting knots into the strands of her locks. her chocolate eyes were enormous with tears as she stared through him:
"please. i don't understand what's happened. please help me. why can't i see?"
he lifted up her chin to ascertain if there was something unusual about her eyes: i'm not sure. but i'll do whatever i can to help you. don't worry. try to stay calm.

they swished back, each holding a rusting bucket. they edged between him and the woman. crackling sounds came from the depths of the corroding metal:
tilt your head back, my dear... back further. this will make it better. you'll be able to see clearly very soon.

knotted hair swung back. the two women each reached into their buckets and began applying white slimy maggots to her eyes. his stomach turned and he recoiled:
no! stop! that's not going to help her!

they ignored him as they swiftly bandaged her eyes. the woman was silent. he pulled on a flying hem and insisted more loudly this time:
stop! stop it! that's going to hurt her!

the duo looked at him in confusion: this works to cure blindness with great frequency, sir.
please! please! you have to get that off of her eyes!

they looked at each other and then looked at him. one of them slowly reached around the woman's head and undid the bandage. the crumpled fabric fell to her lap. the maggots writhed around each other in the folds. her brown irises had been eaten away and maggots crawled along underneath her eyes and on her cheeks.

"i can see! i can see again! oh thank you thank you!" she beamed at him and in turn at the duo.
but even as her lips curved upwards in pleasure, he began hearing screams of eternal pain fill the room. the three women delightedly clapped and laughed and then squeezed each other's hands.

the maggots continued to feed as the woman continued to smile.