Carcasses of Memories

A ghost of me. (A poem for Halloween)

The whispers of the wind blew through her quintessence.

With faintly shut eyes, she embraced the plush exultation that enveloped her.

As her delicate form twirled with the wind, a sigh escaped her soft lips.

The smile etched upon her face signified it all.

Now her shimmering figure takes light steps towards her new form.

There was not even a remnant of hazy light radiated from it.

The girl wonders if this is truly what she succumbs to - a leftover so similar to that of a carcass.

Frozen still was the body, lamented eyes drilling back at her.

I stare at the ghastly girl. I blink. She flickers.

Her head was tilted in questioning, and her eyes refused to leave mine.

A shadow she is, but were shadows designed to give off such glow?

It does not matter.

She is dead now, and so are the memories.

Dead, dead, dead.

Author's Note

Would really appreciate advice on wording, etc.! And it'd be great to hear your interpretation, so I know if I got my meaning across or just to hear what can be made out of this poem!

I got the image from this website: https://weheartit.com/entry/355366316
However, I do not know if that is the original source material for it.