sunlight through leavesdappled shadows dance on skinlaughter like wind chimesecho in the summer air
The mirror catches my eye, unfamiliar,a stranger’s face etched with time’s careful hand.Grey hairs sprout like wisdom’s weeds…
It starts as a whisper, an itch inside the skull.Tendrils of an unseen invader burrowing deep…
He tiptoes across the bathroom tilesthis centipede with the sad soles, calloused feet…