Translucent
Brown blobs
Seen through the thick foliage of veins
Hover at the edge of vision
Frosted over with age
Once a spring green
Now a deep
Hospital-sick green
Above those eyes
A jagged cliff of a brow suddenly rises
Yellowed sweat tracing well-worn paths down the surrounding craggy face
Beading the grey parchment of that wizened visage
As if in some crude form of decoration.
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Epiphanies
PoesiaHer mouth opened and words poured forth like so much torrential rain. Completed
