I took notice of how time had been dulling the blue in my eyes,
stealing the glow of my skin,
forcing my lips into a permanent straight line.
Time had punched me and left purple valleys under my eyes
and made my hair fall limp.
Time had knocked me down and held me to the ground with one stiletto to the chest.
I was losing myself to a faceless enemy,
and I had no control.
This old friend had done the impossible
and dug the biggest knife into my back.