Dissolve: Beauty's Metaphor

Age is beauty,

      The longer we breathe so too elongated is the problematic serpent metaphor that continuously beats... me, us, we! Distinguished black spray and blue painted bruises mark our hearse mirror apocalyptic reflected face unfulfilled in this age of perfection or...

      The storm that beats our hope... Today... Is a unified selfish-worth personified as silence... onto the acknowledgement that any moment or... Them all... That which shapes us is and should be valued! Each acclaimed grave without a firefly roaming as a caring light above the line of fate under which we've been given the personification of ghostly defeat, Simply because our age is reflected... Without make up or the bottle: Honestly.

In lieu of our participation in,
Not judging one another...
Until we're each other!