It's dying you know.
In a scary dark dirge.
It's falling fast.
Was feeling mediocre.
Ages fly past.
From childhood to menopause.
Hell what a blast.
Some kind of supersonic speed.
Looking into the dark world of periods past.
Just took a breath.
Oops there went another.
One second closer.
Patella aches.
Legs are veined.
Decorated ornately.
Threads sewn.
Embroidered, but not by needles.
Hair has gone all funny.
Killed it with my dye.
This hormones it's falling out.
Really don't know why.
Guess I should age naturally.
But I don't know why I should.
(c) Olivia Kent 20/11/2013
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 4:27 PM UTC
It's dying you know.
In a scary dark dirge.
It's falling fast.
Was feeling mediocre.
Ages fly past.
From childhood to menopause.
Hell what a blast.
Some kind of supersonic speed.
Looking into the dark world of periods past.
Just took a breath.
Oops there went another.
One second closer.
Patella aches.
Legs are veined.
Decorated ornately.
Threads sewn.
Embroidered, but not by needles.
Hair has gone all funny.
Killed it with my dye.
This hormones it's falling out.
Really don't know why.
Guess I should age naturally.
But I don't know why I should.
(c) Olivia Kent 20/11/2013
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