Gallowed eyelashes hung tenderly from their eyelids. A slab of nose jammed through the rocky terrain of her pore-addled, paprika coloured skin the shade of deep embarrassment. One juicy looking cherry red pimple stationed itself atop the perch of the woman’s nose, and at the opposite end two ridge like eyebrows staggered clumsily over her poorly framed and quite unfortunately large forehead. Only just offsetting the obtrusively distracting, tantalisingly poppable uvala-like spot, were those deep cushioning crimson lips.
Owen felt like he had now begun staring at this woman’s face for longer than could be deemed acceptable – she was utterly mesmerising.

Original Poetry & (Digital) Artwork by Owen Marshall