Crumple up and die

The sight of the ghostly pallor scares me,

The feel of the cold skin shocks me.

The lack of movement frightens me;

The contrast of the blood on the pale body makes me want to scream.

The glassy eyes intimidate me

And the fact that nothing, nothing can be done just makes me want to

Curl up and weep,

Scrunch up and cry,

Crumple up and die.

-Checky x