Grass

Grass

 

 

 

Grass comes apart

 

wen I lie down on it

 

Seperate and flat

 

 

 

Youth is seperate,

 

lives unto itself

 

No need to glance

 

 

 

in a mirror,

 

see the damage done

 

by the surgeon of years,

 

 

 

see hanging flesh,

 

scar tissue of time,

 

creasing in places

 

that once shined like grass