BADLANDS.

HER BODY,

Was flawless.

When I saw her vs. the badlands

I saw Youth VS. Age

Each crack and crevice held a piece of preserved beauty.

And if you looked close enough in the trails of dust,

There was life & Death

I watched her pick at snails,

And hold the remains of what once was,

In her 23 year old hands.

 

When we left life had become more apparent,

She had aged that much more

And time was more relevant now than ever.

"Her body is not meant for perverse eyes but a mind able to breach a deeper sense of beauty."