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Poem for ageing
Written by Chloé Allyn Illustrated by Victoria Decembert
I am the color today of an unmade bed and no, my actual bed is not left soiled, its hospital corners tucked away but today I am let go in spirit, let down in capacity, slider halfway
I am a sink full of dishes, no not dishes with bloated rice and rotting swampy water, I am not a feast for drain flies no not tombstones but rinsed after dining and left for later
I am today a sewn-up rip, no not just a hole and not a mistake where perfection was, no, today I am the aftermath, the thread of a different shade, not lost or ruined or thrown away
I am the gray through the window, the pallid winter sun, I am the attempt to rise and the audacity to try, I am depression getting older, I am healing, day one by one.
