Cold Embers

Brittle hair and brittle bones -  The price of perfection. Skin is flaking, teeth are aching, Grey lips stretched across them. * Ice forms from the inside out, Such as death comes upon a corpse. No meat and no heat, The embers of a fire, slowly dying. * Naked. Neglecting nature, Scrutiny, scrutiny, scrutiny -… Continue reading Cold Embers

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