Soft warm liquid brown – really – puppy eyes
rimmed in incredibly thick black eyeliner
make her look more exotic.

Lashes short and soft with random stalks of brows,
eyeshadow just the soft continued tri-colored fur
matches the rest of her.

They say that looking into her eyes is like swallowing a calming drug,
so I cup her healing face in my old hands and gratefully she allows me healing.

About justbrinkley

poetry, flash fiction, prompts from a southern granny who should have been a writer.
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