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.



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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