04-30-2025, 02:14 AM
The mirror reflects back
a face unrecognizable—
furrows and lines
in a landscape once unmarked
by weathering and time,
paint-like splatters
on the peaks of cheeks,
peppered by the sun’s artful kiss.
And though it can be painful
to blush apples once full,
I then remember
how privileged I am
to see this face at all.
I wrote 2 today out of boredem... or maybe just inspiration after another damn DING from my phone sent from my childs school
ding ding
ring ring
that audible sting
an alert, a reminder
of another thing:
papers, field trips,
reservation bookings,
appointments, meetings,
missteps lurking.
Such a useful little box
in my pocket—
my friend,
but more often than not,
an enemy.
My end.
a face unrecognizable—
furrows and lines
in a landscape once unmarked
by weathering and time,
paint-like splatters
on the peaks of cheeks,
peppered by the sun’s artful kiss.
And though it can be painful
to blush apples once full,
I then remember
how privileged I am
to see this face at all.
I wrote 2 today out of boredem... or maybe just inspiration after another damn DING from my phone sent from my childs school
ding ding
ring ring
that audible sting
an alert, a reminder
of another thing:
papers, field trips,
reservation bookings,
appointments, meetings,
missteps lurking.
Such a useful little box
in my pocket—
my friend,
but more often than not,
an enemy.
My end.