i am ninety years old. deep lines hiding what used to be a glow. sad eyes and gray lifeless hair. lifeless like this body. with skin almost translucent hanging off fragile arms. where has time lead me. time has lead me into a distant reality. where i have lost everyone who was important to me. this world has become detached and ugly. the continued neglect by its inhabitants has left it desolate. disgusting. a place that some had predicted. but only a few believed would come to be.
she wants out. she wanted out seventy years ago.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
.jpg)
No comments:
Post a Comment