Evie
i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye
in the space beneath each eye
Evie watches the play of light on his skin as it rises from the water, appreciative but in a distant sort of way. Depression can do that to you, she knows, in a clinical sort of way. It doesn’t make it any easier to cure, aside from shots of her own healing. But grief and depression are hard to distinguish, and everything tastes like ash on her tongue these days.
Stepping deeper into the water and ignoring the way it begins to dampen her clothes as a result. Appraising icy blue eyes take in the heft and circumference of the bag, nodding once when she deems it fair and collecting two of the seaweed bundles in return for his own inspection. While he does, “Yes, by the bundles I have on the beach. Though, if you aren’t awfully busy, I could cook some up for us now?” She’ll use the rest for her personal stock, but they would make a good meal in the interim. And perhaps Evie knows that she’s just a little lonely, and wouldn’t mind a cordial appetizer.
Stepping deeper into the water and ignoring the way it begins to dampen her clothes as a result. Appraising icy blue eyes take in the heft and circumference of the bag, nodding once when she deems it fair and collecting two of the seaweed bundles in return for his own inspection. While he does, “Yes, by the bundles I have on the beach. Though, if you aren’t awfully busy, I could cook some up for us now?” She’ll use the rest for her personal stock, but they would make a good meal in the interim. And perhaps Evie knows that she’s just a little lonely, and wouldn’t mind a cordial appetizer.
so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry
when they bloom each time you cry
