My face is boring.
I've stopped including it in my photos.
Soft lines and shadowless.
I can't find an angle I care for.

The only thing that catches my attention
Are the bones in my neck and arms
That were previously out of sight out of mind
Under extra flesh.
Now they poke the skin.
Distort the way things were.
Sharp and angled. Pointed bones.

I'm sure my face was always boring.
But I often doubt these bones were always here.
And I wish I could forget about all of it, altogether...
And the dreams that come with this new person...
But that's another story. For another tomorrow.
Who has the strength?.