An anatomical check up
My eyes are forgetting day by day, the power in a single gaze
My mouth is so sick from the same taste of my lips just going to waste.
My neck feels so stiff, firmly un-gripped
goosebumps are thinking about jumping ship.
My torso is feeling so very old with nothing to show up for, no reason to pose.
Then are my hands, more fed up than me
touching the same skin, well who wouldn’t be..?
Getting to the legs, they’re seconds from dead
forever just dosing, especially in bed.
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