Wrinkles.

As my breathing turned laborious with every tick of the smallest hand on the clock, the touch of the metal felt colder against my burning toes. I had wound up in a hospital bed after 87 rounds around the Sun, give or take a few, depending upon my father’s memory. I tried to move myContinue reading “Wrinkles.”

Skin.

Firm or lined, or just sallow, that weird shade of yellow, Bruised from the workouts or battered and broken from your handouts, Patchy, shaded, hairy or tanned enough to never detan, Red, brown, black, pimpled, acned, wrinkled, or just glowing from the baby inside. Looking them down, All my life I’ve lived proud, In aContinue reading “Skin.”

Masks.

She masquerades an inner beauty, Afraid to show her true skin, The glaze of pious may bedazzle others, And they may brand her to be sinfully evil. … He masquerades an inner sensitiveness, Empathy and concern lie just beneath, But the world around tells him to man up, To blend in he treats everyone roughContinue reading “Masks.”