Their eyes looked like daisies; the iris and pupil was the flower, delicate and vulnerable, yet fully exposed; the thin translucent skin of the under eyes was the soil, puffy from overwatering, and hiding messy blue roots beneath.
Their eyelashes grew strong and tall, like weeds, tangling in amongst eachother, the odd one plucked out, rootless, and another growing to take it’s place. The eyelid, a thick bud, to protect the pretty flower from the surroundings.
Two flowers in the middle of their face. Individual, yet the same.