Time takes me places,
switches faces &
demands payments…
of younger selves
nubile in lies, half-truths &
pantomimes of sincerity.
Find me withered, old, saccharine…
A relic of times gone by—
soured lullabies of infinite vice.
We are a currency depleting:
cheeks hollowed, chins doubled
rewind time to prescribe
the sanguine humors
of atrophied youth.
