The whites of her eyes were polluted with red. Red ribbons tied in thick knots clotted in her inner corners. There was blue though. A deep blue. He had sunk into that blue. He had let himself down there, in her eyes. But he didn’t want to drown, no one does – do they?
His eyes were a light brown—Sun-bleached dirt. The type of dirt you take away to make way for a garden – disregarded. It’s funny, though- well, no, it isn’t. It’s rather depressing- well- nevermind.
Brushing on Words 