Every line on her skin is a message,
relaying every stifled tear.
The scratch behind her left eye
and the sting in her right.
She wishes that she could erase herself.
Every ugly reminder that she is ageing
and growing old and dying
and dying to be alive again.
She left her skydiving days
in the third wrinkle above her right cheek.
She left the want to climb mountains
in her laugh lines.
Every line is a message.
A message to live and live
before the lines hold more
than you once did.
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