The shades of my window
are tinted.
Leaving one half of my face smeared
with oozing sunlight.
And the other half,
slightly brushed
with the chills of yesterday.
My lips are half-baked,
half-chapped,
almost ready to form
a smile
but not yet.
And the under eye exhibit no sign of leftover sleep,
just a smudge here and smudge there
of last night's
smudge proof kajal.
prismatic
aaumsy 