Frantic fingers lace legs with not a single stutter or stir.
Draped in satin dressings,
        serosanginous secretions wrap legs of a cauterized nature.
Hugging near to the skin,
       lapping its sliced wound pains onto saturated gauze,
The fading sky dims dark with a limp,
and a sweat breaks the tight held assembly of entrails covered in bruised blood.

Varicose stains rhythm through my clothes and leave a stark reality of remembrance.
  Regretful instances left a mark upon the very cloth that draped over a dead, red body.
A permanent irritable nerve line leaves tree branch embellishments over ashen skin.
Electric green stems from the transparent indecencies.

Fear not, the intimate belongings huddle close to the head.