Open Heart

What happened?

I caught a glimpse of my reflection

Something’s wrong

Never seen that before

Was it a deep gaping wound?

I could just rub it out

Scratch it raw

There is no blood, but I saw what I saw

I’m getting older

This skin is folding over

Days are sweltering though they are colder

Anguish begins for no reason

Hysterical they say

I went from sweet to spice

Now, apparently, I’m no longer nice