Teary mascara
In the debris of each blink –
Eyelash feasts for mites
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This poem was written for Carpe Diem #602, Symbiotic, another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here.
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Oh, this made my eyes itch like crazy — ugh!!! Kind of thankful, upon reading this, that I cannot use mascara. (Seem to be sensitive to every brand out there. Gave up!)
Probably the less we think about mites and eyebrow spiders the better …..!
Ah I always liked those little guys – keeping busy, eating up all the tiny bits that get stuck in my lashes, earning their keep – cheers guys!
It’s nice to see that even you, embracer of every critter that flies or crawls about the place, do have your limits, though 😉
Yes. There’s a very firm line in the sand, and that line begins at my eyelashes. [bleaghk!]
Eyelash feast for mites…don’t think about that much but it is a reality…lol…itchy little buggers.
Well, everyone deserves a little feast now and then, right? As long as they keep the itching to a minimum..
True :)-