Discolored
1 min readOct 12, 2020
it smelled of peach, my hair
neither pride nor of youth
of rot, of perish
rather;
a strand discolored
i pulled it/ it resisted
i resisted the thought of it
neither shame nor of fury
i dislike it, simple.
The defeat
a couple of decades
i consumed, consumed
i lived and lived
but did i?
the shades of time from dark to darker
discolored from the roots
i pulled it.