Work Text:
‘Crows feet’
January 29th, 2024
There are wrinkles on my eyes where skin was once fresh.
Crumpled and creased,
they're carved out of concrete
and the crows feet leave prints in every laugh I live through.
Cackles and chaos
teeth bared
nose scrunched,
my body is scarred
and sacred
and it is dying for a reason to laugh again.