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  • Chapter 08
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For the Sake of Keepsake

Memories are fizzy reels
Translucent ivory keys like human bones
Cells shedding like bubbles
New connections to grow, for the show
Needs fresh organic peels
Laced with vivid clarity
Sparkling amongst an opaque backdrop,
A cliche, like ageing.
Maybe I don't want to pass the baton, she thinks. Maybe I want to be selfish. Maybe I don't want to live out a cliche and spend the rest of my days battling them. I spend my energy building up these walls like they give me a reason to keep up, spinning my wheel, in order to dismantle them. What if I want to be free from youth?

What then?