Tattoos

Time carves new shapes
into all that was familiar
an erosion
of the skin
with the triumph
of age
a crosshatch
between laugh lines
and a faint scowl
The history of a life
told in lines
truer than any
palm reading
A story
painted across our flesh
the art of the adult
each wrinkle
a celebration
a victory
over death

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