Slowly eroding,
Depleting and lacking,
Fear evident, plastered upon my features,
I lean in closer, not willing to consent to living a life of despondency,
Even if I was neglected by society.
Unable to look away from deaths gaze,
I analyze his orbs and find myself staring at my own reflection,
My thin bones are masked with a tight layer of skin,
My stomach closes in as if the edges of my ribs were a repellent,
My face is pale and shows no esprit...
The rumbling of my stomach knocks me out of my hypnotic state,
I lick my lips one last time,
Savoring the sweet taste of life.
YOU ARE READING
A Splash of Vibrancy
Casuale"The colors of knowledge splash onto the blank canvas of my mind," ~ddiaz80 Book two of the 'Life in Color' series. (I do not own the artwork for the cover)
