These are starting to come to me throughout the day.
How old can I be?
I'm too pimply for old age,
but too young for grays.
Nothing renders me
as horror-struck as
eight legs scuttling.
You're
alone. Or
so I hope.
Rosy
mounds pucker
across my flesh.
Roses and lilacs
only smell of lovely days
when you've lived such days.
(Prompt by me)
Photo by Chris Wightman. https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:All%27s_well_that_inks_well.jpg
How old can I be?
I'm too pimply for old age,
but too young for grays.
Nothing renders me
as horror-struck as
eight legs scuttling.
You're
alone. Or
so I hope.
Rosy
mounds pucker
across my flesh.
Roses and lilacs
only smell of lovely days
when you've lived such days.
(Prompt by me)
Photo by Chris Wightman. https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:All%27s_well_that_inks_well.jpg
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