the sound of the alarm

flailing on his eardrums

time eaten up by other people’s needs

stretching in front of the mirror

he discovers another wrinkle

sometimes he tries to

imagine a wrinkle fairy

that collects them

leaving behing some gold dust

there is one

some call her unavoidable

others call her Botox

injecting themselves

with lethal toxins

cutting away their flesh

and bones, stretching skin

ignoring their own limitations

and the cries of a body in agony

to enter the illusion

of eternal beauty

sideffects: paralysis or death

aphrodite is laughing

she loves to gaze into

old eyes that tell a story

wrinkles cut into a face

like poetry

*matthias geh, 25th January 2016

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