Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

ugly wrinkles

fine lines took a pencil
inking themselves across
my skin, smudging themselves
into a dull lead grey
around my eyes

but i wonder if wrinkles
of age really just journey across
our skin – or do they trespass
over the wire fences and
rot us from within

backdated Post A Day Poem – for March 27th, 2017.

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