A Flaccid Existence

The lackluster lack of life 

coarse through the aqueducts, 

ebbing the dense burgundy fluid on, 

around,

recycling each little bit,

a routine from day to day,

until there’s nothing left.

The pale,

washed out face, 

bleached from being too used,

exhausted,

tattooed expressionless,

extradited tabooed deliverance

to another dimension,

plagued with ghouls and 

lifeless subsistence.

The flaccid skin,

rumpled up crumpled epidermis,

stemless,

limped across cold 

lustrous floors,

plopping into the nano creases,

sinking into incognito atmospheres,

vanishing from starved aerial air

&

poof.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

I am speechless towards your ending. Perfect. Enough said.

[demureminds]

thank you! (:

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A very well written expression of emotion...hopfuly, fleeting emotion :)

[demureminds]

Thank you (:
It pretty much just flowed out in the moment haha

[Eagle Cruagh]

You are either putting yourself down
or denigrating the condition of another.
Your last words are "poof" signifying
a vanishing existence.
This is very well written, but I would
prefer a better attitude. Look up,
smile and the world will smile with you.
Thanks for the read,
----- John

[demureminds]

Yeah... it was just how I was feeling at the moment, thanks for the kind review though (: