She Becomes

Her smile greets danger as an old friend
The small crinkles around her eyes decided to stay
Rose petal became the texture of her delicate flesh
Her hair, bathed in moonlight
Her ancient brown eyes spoke louder than words
Her knuckles swelled with pride as they knead the dough
Just as they have for generations
Her veins flow with the knowledge of her ancestors
Death is merely a formality
She knows she will never truly fade
Remorse was no friend of hers
For she would live it all again
See, she never ages
For she becomes

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