Weathered face
Like a rock after a thousand
Years of rain
Lines etched into her
Skin, one for
Every road she's walked down
Still has Youth in a death grip
But Youth is a liquid and
It slides through her fingers
Hair an unnatural red
With white roots, beaming beacon
Alerting authorities, accentuating age
She tried to inject Youth into the
One part of the human body that
Can contain it
The Spine
Fifth vertebrae from the top
She hit the sixth
Ryan, I think I like this, but maybe I'm not sure if I like this, maybe I don't like it but I think I do. Joking.
ReplyDeleteYour writing is really amazing. You have a way of taking an idea and twisting it, really awesome. Your way with words is fascinating, and though sometimes I don't feel like I truly get your poetry, I would still read it because its so...can't think of a better word...but good. Anways, hope you never stop writing! :)
I love "Youth is a liquid" Great line Ryan, and great ending to your poem.
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