Blue Pride
The lines run on the surface of her skin, her face
Thin, translucent skin
Marathoners thirsty for distance, slow but steady
Not creases, but unsheathed, blue vanity
Blood coursing through, a testament to her verve, her aliveness
She isn’t vain
But she has visible traces
A complete patchwork of a story, a life, a puzzle
Etched on her body
Taken with her wherever she goes, wherever she trespasses
A mobile repository of memories
Sometimes she hates those marks
Marks she was sure she carried with her from time long past
She panics they will overtake her
Making her complicit in blue-webbed ruin
Sometimes she loves those marks
A homage to her experiences, her existence
Marking the steps she has walked, the air she still breathes
Blue-aged pride
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