shilid

Looking at death, your body twisted Your skin, pale and stretched over hollow sockets, where eyes used to shine out like deep pools of water, is clammy yet waxy under touch The colour of old milk Lips that were once full and a pleasure to kiss, are now shrivelled and thin Nails are chipped, broken and torn Dark lines of dirt lie underneath them Smudges of blood Sticky rust coloured grazes and cuts litter your still limbs The skin on your hands is shrunken and taught Veins are visible, look like purple worms Your hair was once lustrous and thick The colour of dark chocolate and shiny But now it lays limp and matted across your fac