Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
- Lines border my eyes like new roads to more distinguishing characteristics, signifying for me many a morning frown. I draw my face closer to the mirror to examine them in more detail, mapping pending destinies laid fresh like asphalt. Traces of purple fans out from the exterior corners, I think of them as ink spatter that gets larger every time I endorse a small check. I cannot stop the runs but I can hide the evidence with concealer creams and foundation, establishing a façade upon which the viewer will find as pleasant from just the right                                                                  distance. I stand back just so approximately from the mirror to admire an illusion of youth, and then move forward once more to fathom the texture of experience— _"Maybe less this time"_ I think, have I not earned the right ? s jones 2011-2021 .
0
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 8:49 AM UTC
Earnings
- Lines border my eyes like new roads to more distinguishing characteristics, signifying for me many a morning frown. I draw my face closer to the mirror to examine them in more detail, mapping pending destinies laid fresh like asphalt. Traces of purple fans out from the exterior corners, I think of them as ink spatter that gets larger every time I endorse a small check. I cannot stop the runs but I can hide the evidence with concealer creams and foundation, establishing a façade upon which the viewer will find as pleasant from just the right                                                                  distance. I stand back just so approximately from the mirror to admire an illusion of youth, and then move forward once more to fathom the texture of experience— _"Maybe less this time"_ I think, have I not earned the right ? s jones 2011-2021 .
seranaea
Written by
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 8:49 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem