Judging you

Written by: Jennifer Ratcliffe

And there was the youth, the age, the reflection;
Because all to one is two-
the success
of my happiness,
and the pitfalls of the others.

I don't wish for misery,
but I'm inclined to pass
toward the end.

Snoozing as underdog,
my nail beds burning
through my rotting scalp,
cheer me on, cheer us on.

Your wrinkles will tell cruelty pleasures,
Your eyes will carve out light
wrists locked back, head bowed.
There is no hiding in plain sight.