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As I Age

Life just goes too fast.

By Kolu KamuePublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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As I Age

I keep seeing grey hairs growing from my skin. And no matter how many times I cut them they keep growing back in. I’ve started seeing my face slowly losing its form. They remind me of the lightning you see before the storm.

My perky breasts have somehow been inflated. Is there a Fountain of youth nearby, perhaps it’s isolated. I can’t stretch my arms out or my skin may fly freely. I even have to hold them near me just in case it gets breezy.

Diapers are in the alley to remind me of what I longed to let go. These babies that couldn’t fill up my arms, all of a sudden can touch a rainbow. A ruler is too small of a distance I want between them. Seems like the world is more important to allow me near them.

My lover swam away like a pirate on a hunt. You know the crazy one with the mermaid right in front. A pigment of his imagination but the irony makes me giggle. I’m too old for games like monkey in the middle.

My mind and my body are just too complex. And all the men my age just gives me boring sex. We have to take breaks and they say things like I don’t have it like before. That’s their favorite line when I ask for more.

My age has betrayed me while my body sings the blues. I think it’s about time for my soul to let loose. Life has given me puzzles with empty pieces. And I’ve found ways for the broken glasses to never fall back into pieces.

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