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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
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I like the format of couplets.
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I do too. Thanks for commenting 🙂
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Nice sound in the last line.
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Thanks!
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Love this! Especially the last line. Very nice write!
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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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Thank you for commenting! 🙂
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