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