Old boots
Sparkly ripped ***** hose
Pale, she looks cold
Her eyes look faded
Little girl makeup
Bold and sloppy
Over wrinkles and moles
Grey hair for an inch
Then black die to shoulder length
Then bleach blond for a couple shaggy inches
She croaks wisdom
The exact sound of her voice is everything
All of it becomes perfect
The words become meaningful
And She
Shapes into It
It
Everything perfect
God
Love
Whatever