Age

Written by: cheryle sanders

A shadowy death spider crawls upwards 
Grappling at skin, slowly dragging you down 
Creating creases with unforgiving feet 
Clinging first to chin 
No thanksgiving for your turkey neck 
Jowls form, limp, sagging, thin 
Then the spider slips under your mottling skin 
Between joints, dragging heels 
Creaking, chiseling, chipping at cartilage 
Eating your apple, crumbling your bones 
Stealing memories, mocking mobility 
Hair turns from black too silver, and then grey 
A shadow of the former you 
Total bodily betrayal 
And a single, one way ticket, to god know where...