Skin and Bones
Skin ripping from bones
slowly,
so slowly that it almost feels good.
Leaving no flesh on the carcass.
Bones creak
at their first breath of air,
while organs pulsate and throb
in their new found freedom,
all but the brain,
which struggles
in it's thick calcium crypt.
It oscillates and shivers
against solid walls,
as needed fluid
seeps away,
through unnoticeable pores.
Floundering on the bottom of it's pool,
it drowns in the air filling it.
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