one red eye

a girl with damp eyes, but only one was red,
and a cat with a scar on its back
were friends for the night.
one purred and twirled shedding fabric, balls of fur 1, 2 and 3 with every lick. the other sat still amidst the rumpled tides of her bloodied skirt. both looking out into the vacuous night from time to time. searching for conviction. or maybe just fish.