With heavy lids, she opened her eyes
Only to be greeted by bloodshot orbs
That were cocooned in dark shadows.
And she stumbled upon the creases That only grew the more she wondered Why they were there in the first place.
Her gaze slipped through the greasy film That covered the unwashed features.
Sighing, she tried to close her eyes again
But decided to really take a good look.
There, in the middle of the cracks and the dust that settled in along the way,
was a smile that blew a gentle breeze
that caressed the face that wore it.