the aincent bike,

leaned on the birch tree impatiently, waiting for its owner to pick it up.

the aincent bike,

had its brakes hibernated, under the crunching damp leaves.

the aincent bike,

Had a dismantled saddle, slowly slipping off the painted metal.

the aincent bike,

Had old paint slowly peeling off like sunburnt skin.

the aincent bike,

Slowly comes to an end……