Daisy Death

I will never again be the cosmic force I was at 20
Buttery blonde and blistering with life
My cheeks rouged with rose-colored exhilaration
My freckles, a scattering of stars
I have since begun planning for obsolescence
And started the slow funeral procession through the drug store catacombs
Tossing serums and oils into my cart
Offerings to the tyranny of time
Because there is no greater tragedy than the gradual apocalypse
Of crumbling beauty
The sagging of skin into pockets of gloom
The scorching of the scalp into a petroleum wasteland
So please, have mercy on me
Crystallize me in these collagen years
Preserve me as a glittering image
An orthopedic smile
A phantom of technicolor
Bury me beautiful
Spare me my daisy death

Reviews

[Aura]

Ah yes.... the "grace" that comes with aging...is definitely no grace. It can often leave us very sad when we see signs of aging, losing our youthful look. At 20, we shouldn't worry about it, but I guess that's what comes with societal expectations... or the toxicity of social media. I definitely enjoyed reading this, thanks for sharing!

[John the Baptist]

You're twenty years old and already you're contemplating these existential dreads? Put it on hold for a while. I look at my liver spots and it's not all that bad. Of course, I was not all that beautiful to begin with.

[Ella Simone]

Haha! I don’t actually feel this way, it’s more of a commentary on women’s’ fear of aging.