use by date/insert name here by Jane Ayres

milk-eyed

this glass-woman

a brittle whisper

a little bird

shrinking

shedding

tongue-feathers

youthful bodies conceal their workings

but as we advance in years

veins & bones try to

break free

more visible each day

through veil-thin skin

the silent creep

reminding us

mortality is

cinnamon-flavoured

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UK based neurodivergent writer Jane Ayres completed a Creative Writing MA at the University of Kent in 2019 aged 57. She is fascinated by hybrid poetry/prose experimental forms and has work in Dissonance, Lighthouse, Streetcake, The North, The Poetry Village, Door is a Jar, Kissing Dynamite, (mac)ro(mic), Versification, Crow & Cross Keys, Ample Remains, Sledgehammer and The Forge. @workingwords50