frailty of life
fragility of our body
the temperature of liveliness recedes from
you toes
your feet
your thigh
your torso
your chest
becoming freezingly stiff
nothing romantic
elastic softness doesnt last
gone is the rigid attitude
what is being alive
when one cannot even be sure if there is a soul
you thought your cardios will function forever
what is left is nothing more than an empty facebook account in virtual reality
everything safely secured in a coffin
covered by shroud
behind the horrifying makeup
dancers yet to be sent to the arid, torid ballroom that parches
the fire sizzles
dancers wrestles
breathy aspiration is the music that feeds
the yet still throbbing hearts
in this stuffy cell
mourn are the spectators in the funeral feast
who still buzzes?
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