The years are evident
the way they conformed to her spine
the crows feet a reminder of the desert floor she’s been walking through
Her mouth now withered
the smile faded
the glint in her eyes dying out
she is invisible
touching each one
her magic preformed in fast motion
as each one passes by
with their gorgeousperfumed skin
taking air with them
stepping in time with fate
and her head bows once again
at a life less beautifully lived
her aging hands bending
beyond her control
a deep breath catches in her throat
as she chokes on sorrow
her lip never ceasing to catch the ocean
spilling from her eyes
Advertisements
