Ripened skin, an emptiness within.
Glassy eyes; an eternal stare into the ether.
Fallen limbs surround this vacant vessel and stillness whispers.
Skin painted black, blue, green. Cold, placid, plasticised skin
Where memories once resided in a mind that was once ignited.
Emotions that once surged through muscle and nerve endings.
Electricity, impulses and a pounding heart beat.
The energy that once remained contained within the skin has now been released in to the surrounding atmosphere.
To be recycled. To find a new home.
And now, this empty shell with the sunken eyes lies before me.
A remnant of the past.
Yet, I still cling to the notion that life is not gone.
That you can still hear me – you may not be breathing but you can still feel me.
And I ask for a sign, a symbol of your acknowledgment.
Anything, warm breath on the back of my neck, a falling picture frame, a fluttering candle flame…
The stillness invites me.
Heavy air beckons the flies and we lie in wait.
A destiny for mankind that we cannot escape.
D R Forest 2012 ©