i sit beside you
inside the sterile white of your room
i look down upon you
inside the sterile white of your bed
your head wilts
on the sterile white of your pillow
your eyes are closed
lashes flutter lost
inside dark pools
that shadow atop
your mouth hangs open
jaw hinges locked
your breath wheezes
in and out
in and out
as your neck skin
folds in on itself
i touch your arm
skin translucent
soft as flour dust
follow it slowly to your hand
where rivers clogged—still run?
around minute land masses
spotting dark
for a sullen moment
i wonder
is this what you will look like
when you die
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