Val

Hair like ebony fuzz upon her head With ancient dry skin drooping down her face Square spectacles frame her weary eyes red Tired from the toil she must embrace Ashy, hairless arms splotched with burns and scars Protruding crusty joints and deafened ears Her swollen pale feet and legs straight as bars She longs for the beauty of her youth years Fantasizing of what used to have been Its essence part of her body no more Only her youthful soul remains within Appearing only with the two she bore They put her grin in place of her glower And blot the scars life has drawn upon her