Creeping Dementia
by TheGhostWhoWatchesDeers
Tell me, the reddish hug
of a distant horizon around us
- one more time
when we took the grace
of the world, with open
arms and mind
and we held hands
for others to see.
Tell me all of that, before
I depart from my body
to see
how you treat my shell
until it loses the final
power to breath.