--prompt from @nosebleedclub "eyeshadow" (10 July)
Silver eyeshadow drops from my hands; you marvel the sparkles, and lament on your tears. I always desired to traverse to faraway lands, while you chained yourself to the fading years.
You marvel the sparkles, and lament on your tears-- who could possibly tell that you try to dig up tangled roots? While you chained yourself to the fading years, decaying jasmine petals slip into haggard boots.
Who could possibly tell that you try to dig up tangled roots? I only use them to make my tea. Decaying jasmine petals slip into haggard boots; I pick them up, so that you may see.
I only use them to make my tea; but when I share some with you, the glass shatters. I pick them up, so that you may see, but you take my hand, the only thing that matters.
When I share something with you, the glass shatters; your pearly eyes widen and you make nets with your dark hair. But you take my hand, the only thing that matters, and open up the windows, to show that you care.
Your pearly eyes widen and you make nets with your dark hair, while silver eyeshadow drops from my hands. Open up the windows, to show that you care-- I've always desired to traverse to faraway lands. --Elda Mengisto
