curving up and outward
Rippling out days, years
Aging as we go
“Lifting as we climb”, hopefully.
But, even during uninspired
“Measured out in coffee spoon” moments
Looking sideways in mirrors
Corners of vision
Spot grey sprouts
Fills in follicles
Middle age brings benefits for the unlucky.
Angry acne juices starting to dry within
Sunken pits dot my face’s landscape
Marking war decades desperately fighting
Hydra enemy eradications
So militant, so strong, so endless.
So much puss squeezed
Leaving permanent reminders of
imperfect self extractions.