(the most thought-provoking thing in the world is a soul--)
skin cracks
mud ***** on his feet
shuffles when he moves
barely hanging on
so thin
dry, rough
the skin breaks
but does not bleed
he is rusty
flakes off slowly
he could tell me that he's gone mad
that it's a slow and painful way to go
could say he cannot handle the itch
drives him to hysteria
can't i take him out of his misery
and i would,
but i won't
(that is not dying,
but growing)
