She has the softest paws, like a leopard.
Bodies of ash, bodies of carbon, bodies like hills of coal.
She has the softest paws, the softest eyes.
His brain full of holes and cold and gray. His brain full of holes, like the sky before rain.
She has the softest eyes, like a mother.
You felt dying like living, and you didn't know words for it. Felt dying like winter.
She has the softest eyes, the color of my father's. Caramel.
Ghosts made of strong wills. Ghosts made of leftovers. Ghosts unwilling to leave, confused without their bodies. Only collections of memories, and walking through things they shouldn't be.
She has the softest eyes, even closed. She has the softest paws, running while she sleeps.
Blood and rhythm. Hearts and bones. Humans are things with opaque meanings. Humans are things afraid of losing beats.
She has the softest paws.
For holding.