and here I am
no longer a sign
of youth but of
time passing
wondering when
my breasts will
lose their fullness
and hang from my chest
like withered teardrops
or worn out sleeves
…no longer tempting
your hands and mouth…
each egg
counts down
my days
I see them
frogs hopping
trying to get free
running away
from a dying river.
Catherine lives in Connecticut with her husband and fur babies. Though not scientifically proven, she likes to think that earning degrees in both English and Accounting confirms that both sides of her brain work. Her poetry has been featured in various journals and anthologies including Neverlasting, Cattails, Modern Haiku, Frogpond, bottle rockets, 50 Haikus, Three Line Poetry, Vine Leaves Literary Journal, and wild voices: an anthology of short poetry and art by women. To see more of her ramblings follow her on Twitter @Catherin03.
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