From TSL Prompt no 1

A place on the body,

I show it everywhere 

The ruins of my face

 my once plump lips crack, 

their skin peels off 

Like old thin wall paper.

Gravity pulls down 

My once plump cheeks

Giving to my face the grumpiness 

Of an English bulldog .

Like an old crumbling wall

Defining creases and hollows 

Where there were none

The wrinkles reveal troubles

More one less ironed

Of the echo of laugh long gone.

Like broken dirty  window panes

The eyes once dazzling are dull 

Cholesterol ring encircling irides

Gives me the dead stare of a Roman Statue.

The grey limp hair showing

The denuded skull beneath

Like a leaking roof

Showing the naked beams .

With age comes the knowledge 

That one’s body is no longer 

The temple it used to be.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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