my eyes, darkness receptors, seem to freeze
my cheeks, cling to the hollow skull, seem to burn
my hair is dry and rusted, and waiting
to be yanked out of the swamp (brown matter)
by my fingers - short, stubby, charred tips
everything is slightly singed by my touch
sweat, that lines my neck, is sliding to evaporate
my shoulders are bent forward; undue burden
my arms are bent inward; shelter self
deflating chest, bleak from dissipating heat
my pelvis aches from smoldering flowing iron
and my gut from churning acid
my knees are covered by cracks, with ice filling in
filling up the weakening lengths, splitting them
splinters, coiled in a scimitar; shelter from self
calves distorted by spasms, ankles turn to stone
it is all - fractured pipes and broken ceramic
tracing back their path, from my sinking toes
through graying tissues. crumbling
it is all - condensate and plasma. exploding
mine is another cursed mortal form
weathered away by the changing seasons
dwindling to dust // returning to earth
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