Short Poem for Quadrille #98: Peel

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Inspired by dVerse’s prompt Quadrille #98.

 

Her skin is peeling away.

It won’t stay

 

Patched into a haphazard face;

In the space

 

Between fingers corrodes the skin,

Worn too thin,

 

Exposing minute veins of red

Among the dead.

 

Her mortal landscape splits and frays

As the worn-out woman peels away.

 

~H

8 thoughts on “Short Poem for Quadrille #98: Peel

  1. Lovely rhythm and rhyme. Made me think about aging…not so gracefully. I suppose we gradually peel away to expose the joys and trials of our lives.

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