Sweet Juxtaposition

Tender breathing
From the little babe
Sleeping in my bed
Whispering innocence
With each inhalation
I breathe too
Forced breaths
Shouting plagues
Of experience
Pained
A fixed mindset
Unable to grow
Or prosper
Privileged heiress
On satin sheets
With a corset
Much too tight
Immortality no longer
On my radar
Ponce de Leon's fountain of
Youth
An illusion
Bram Stoker's
Dracula
Without blood
No fresh supplies of youthful
Vitality
Instead senility
Suspicions
Paranoia
Bingo
I have a bingo
No good
Where are my pills?
I want a lion
And a lamb
We're out of lambs?
Figures.