Whisper of Flesh

A Powers
The inaudible whisper of flesh
seizes the mind and takes control.
It rots the brain and lives
and thrives among the decay.
The body obeys the whisperer
and the living are the dead.
He skin is tight
and the clothes are loose
and the feeling is mutual.
A walking corpse,
escaping death only
by feeding from the beautiful.
Forever young;
eternally damned,
the signs hidden from view.
A revealing smile.
A kiss.
And always the whisper of flesh remains.

Published by A Powers

FIND WHAT YOU WANT ON MY ORGANIZED WEBSITE http://awriterpowers.yolasite.com/ A. Powers is an English major and longtime freelance writer. She enjoys sharing her experiences with crafts, films and other...  View profile

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