Micropoetry
I listen as
Her mind cracks
And disappears into the wind.
Losing her independence
To age —
Eighty-two years young,
Fading in the
Arms of dementia.
How do you tell
The head that she is now
The tail?
Originally published in A Cornered Gurl via Medium on December 26, 2017.
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