You made my day, I said.
I laughed.
To show
how happy she had made me.
And my cheeks hurt, because they were being forced to do what they would normally have done spontaneously.
Only this time,
My brain had ordered them to stretch,
against their will.
You made my day, I said, honestly.
And she smiled, because she made someone’s day.
You
made
my
day,
I lied through my teeth,
through my smile
which began to feel
stale
On my face.
Image credit: River Darling
Eyes wide.
Awake.
They are wonderful eyes. The small lines travelling from the pupil to the edge of the iris, so fine, so perfect in their tangled journey outwards. And from afar, so mesmerising.
The black hole in the middle of this emerald city expands, and contracts, and expands again. And when her face is so close to his, it is so wide that the iris is a slim ring – a jade moat between the black fortress, and the milky sea beyond.
She knows he is smiling without looking at his mouth, because the skin at the corners of these windows to the world, to the soul, crinkle a little.
And she is at peace.
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