Cyndi K. Gacosta
The Fragile Skin Of An Old Woman - Poem by Cyndi K. Gacosta
The fragile skin of an old woman
Hangs loosely like tattered apparel.
Like wet paper she easily tears, easily bleeds.
With her fingertips she paints
on her rippled white bed sheets:
The red of her lips
The red of her dress
The red of her hair
The red of her virginity
The red of her sunburnt skin
All what was, and won't be again
Stained with death's immeasurable decaying breath.
Eyes open and shut like wings of a moth,
flying into the dusky woodland.
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