effiepeters
Dawn rose from beneath the soundless city. The blanket of darkness was softly raised as the suns spindly fingers crept up over the industrial skyline.
she was changing. there was no doubt. silvery grey slithers of hairs glinted from her dark ponytail, exposed and confident like she was wearing a sign reading 'look at me! I'm growing old!' Her face had fallen in places, and the skin under her red ringed eyes had sagged, replacing her pale, smooth skin complexion with a scattering of deep ridges stretching across her cheek bone and forming tiny crows feet just under her brow bone. she frowned, but only to indent her lines further. Continuing to rip at her veined and crumpled cheeks, she stared through narrow eyes at the frail old woman that stood before her youthful soul.
The fragile sunlight framed his face with a warm peachy tone, softening his harsh features and enlightening his soul.