Wednesday, 19 October 2011

#24 Time's Great Healer

"How I long for the ravages of time to consume me, to see the lines and seams steal over this angelic mask, a fine filigree of fleshly decay.

I yearn for the spread of crow's feet around these bright eyes, for time's arrow to whither these sublime cheeks, for this sultry Cupid's bow to bend no more.

Then this wondrous nymph's body will sag and fray and settle into a comfortable middle age spread.

And then, only then, will I be free of the cameras, the lights, the public's never-ending Gorgon gaze. Their fascination, like this beautiful curse, forgotten."