Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

puzzles & jenga towers

in our youth we could bend
and still be whole
but now in our old age
we just snap into pieces
it becomes more difficult
to hold it all together,
muscles and bones –
and then we are long gone

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: elastic

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