Skin
You are sitting on raw skin
Too thin to pad
Your polyester lining
And conform to your
Thick lines of droop
Sad form
Slow age crept up
Like decades of neglect
And wound their way
To your tired set
Of withering reproach
Copyright © Kelly Taylor | Year Posted 2006
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