• Silk layers against skin,
    Cotton hangs loose on its kin.
    Hair tied neatly at the top,
    Slightly washed, uncombed mop,
    Steps of grace and proper posture,
    Heavy walk and a strange allure,
    Untimed cruelty,
    With respect and admiration,
    What is real,
    And what is not,
    Joined as two,
    As the other rots.

    As they grow,
    And the other fades,
    Everyone will know,
    And the darker it shades,
    Frequent friends,
    Diminished kin,
    Story amends,
    To erase, Fin,
    What is real,
    And what is not,
    Joined as one,
    As the other rots.

    The sea ebbs and flows,
    To where it’s gone, no one knows,
    Hiding in plain sight,
    Beaten down by the force of might,
    The truth is now a lie,
    While the other waits to die,
    Life is better,
    And it doesn’t matter,
    What is real,
    And what is not,
    Joined as none,
    While the other rots.