Vague embassy Of Disease

A dabble in supine flesh
Thin under the finger tips,
A lace of poppy bruises nested under your skull, troubled skin dashing at your cheeks then forming tears that rush over the sculpted cliffs.

Hollows, shade and shadow the creeping descent into the madness , the purple hue of exhaustion fetters the once bright eyed canvas

Veins that bump and wave beating gentle and blue visible under the milk white surface.

A dabble and a press,
Knotted bone inches sit like an armature under that casing praying for the comfort of flesh, and the will of its owner.

The ice wraps around the ghost of a life , taking it down further into the next life.