Alice Cuenca - (****) insecurity

battling every second of decay
etched across the contours of this face,
my perception has gone skewed.
I meet them head on
with complete weapons:
an anti-wrinkle cream,
a moisturizer
and
sunscreen,
mixed with self-esteem
sealed in a jar.

Alice Cuenca

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