Write a poem or short story describing someone or something
without using any adjectives.
She had aged beyond her years.
Sand. It felt like sand everywhere. In her eyes which could not weep. In her nose which could not recognise odours. In her mouth where without saliva, all food turned to sand and grit, and taste-buds sensed only the taste of nothing. In her place of pleasure, sand scratched and grazed, erasing the pleasure, replacing it with pain. In her joints, sand grated where cartilage should have smoothed movements.
It was as if she’d swallowed Silica Gel. She was drying up from the inside outwards. Her skin would soak up quantities of moisturiser, without any change effected.
Now, her dryness was affecting her teeth. Without saliva, decay was rampaging from tooth to tooth, almost in pace with her dentist pulling them. As do sufferers of “Sjogren’s Syndrome”, she had a mouth that made her appear to be a Meth addict. She’d resolved to never smile. Her cheeks were beginning to hollow. Her hair was like bristles. She refused to pose for a camera, not while looking as if she were to drop dead as the shutter clicked.
Oh, the dryness. The sandiness. The grittiness. Oh, how she wished it would end.
(c) Lynne McAnulty-Street, Rotorua NZ, 2011