Creative Writing

time ever evolving

By Jacq Mayoral Olascuaga

I’m not the same person I was yesterday.

Cells I was brought with are now dead.

The hair from my head were pushed out.

Blood was let out and molded over.

My brain grew into something I didn’t realize.

Four months ago, I didn’t expect myself 

To turn into whatever I am today.

Tomorrow I will be another person.

An entirely different person.

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