The Body of Death.

By Silent Laughter

Thu, 25 Sep 2014

Feel his bleached, lifeless eyes appraise you,
sizing up his choices.

Feel his sallow, waxen nose inch closer to you,
smelling your sickly perfume.

Feel his stiff, colorless fingers caress your skin,
touching your painted face.

Feel his cold, bloodless hands brush yours,
pulling you closer to him.

Feel his coarse, brittle hair tickle your eyelids,

fixing the smile frozen on your face.

Feel his voice float into your ears,
taking you towards the edge.

Feel his cool, pale lips brush yours,
bringing you back to life.

The Kiss of Death,
becoming the Kiss of Life.