The strange, vaguely familiar face smiled at me wearingly in a defeated sort of way, resigned to his assigned fate, age lines disappearing in folds of sagging flesh, only to virulently reappear as deep seismic fault lines. I stepped away from the mirror, needing a corrosive liquid as a crutch to confront my corroded reflection. #face #fate #age #seismic #fault #virulent #corrosive #reflection #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba
