The Eyes of March by Melanie McConnell |
I painted your divine features. Dipped the brush, with a brazen stroke lifted you a croissant brow. Drew your lips into a creme de la kiss with my wand of sparkles. Dabbed my finger, swooshed you a nose. But there was always that shadow behind your eyes. I wanted to swirl colors around them to let the world know the way it felt when you looked at me. Obsessed with them, I couldn't leave you alone. What was round, squared. It happened in the skuttle of night. I plucked them out of your face, set them in that blank space. |
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