A Reflexive Nosebleed

I acquiesce

I return

To childhood

As a little girl

Overcome

Innocent, yet bellicose

Brimming with fancy

Not to mention moronic beauty

Which youth bestows upon the foolish nymph

Of late there are a few

Crinkles in my expression

Closely observed

They are gullies and canyons

Through which many streams have passed

As years stretch skin

Once so free

Now mired in vexation

Nothing escapes

My thoughts re-emerge as lines on my face.