memento mori

what the title implies

Ephemeral emotion

vibrating commotion

in the liquid of my bones

blossoms for three days

changes like a moon phase
 

everytime I pass a mirror

I grow taller by an inch

my clothes smaller

my daughter in the photo used to wear them

I ask her if they’ll tear again

she stares back at me

a blondie, big front teeth

the distance between us

measured in a million thoughts and feelings

thousands of meals and hundreds of people
 

and if I transformed

everything

beyond my bones;

with my hair in flames

all that remains

is metamorphosis

the absence of what I once chose is

called To annihilate