I bite at my cuticles
Instead of screaming
I scratch myself
Excoriating skin
Building resilience
I think
I watch the flush of menopausal acne
Creep up one side of my neck
And obsess, instead,
over the marionette lines
Forming at my mouth
I can see age spreading
Across me
Consuming youth
As though it were a right
Dispassionately I exercise
Lifting weight and spirits
For a while
Cursorily I remind myself
To design a life
To make it what?
Better?
What is ‘better’?
That question of
‘what does it look like’?
Success happiness joy
Stick those three on a decal
Then stick it to the kitchen wall
It won’t make it come true.
It’s just future landfill graffiti.
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 3:21 AM UTC
I bite at my cuticles
Instead of screaming
I scratch myself
Excoriating skin
Building resilience
I think
I watch the flush of menopausal acne
Creep up one side of my neck
And obsess, instead,
over the marionette lines
Forming at my mouth
I can see age spreading
Across me
Consuming youth
As though it were a right
Dispassionately I exercise
Lifting weight and spirits
For a while
Cursorily I remind myself
To design a life
To make it what?
Better?
What is ‘better’?
That question of
‘what does it look like’?
Success happiness joy
Stick those three on a decal
Then stick it to the kitchen wall
It won’t make it come true.
It’s just future landfill graffiti.
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