i see
eyelashes
that you
can't.
they lurk
in the corners
of my sleep
deprived eyes.
fuzzy blurs
that struggle to
pull my swollen
eyelids down.
they frame
the entire
periphery of
my world.
sometimes i pull
them out because
they won't stop
dragging me down.
i don't know
if your
eyelashes
look like mine.
but i have always
imagined
that we're
all the same.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC
i see
eyelashes
that you
can't.
they lurk
in the corners
of my sleep
deprived eyes.
fuzzy blurs
that struggle to
pull my swollen
eyelids down.
they frame
the entire
periphery of
my world.
sometimes i pull
them out because
they won't stop
dragging me down.
i don't know
if your
eyelashes
look like mine.
but i have always
imagined
that we're
all the same.
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