Skeleton Cloud

I dream of death.
He covers me as a black shadow.
He climbs up my skin and clasps my mouth with its clawed, skeleton hand.
He presses his cloud into me. Death makes an indentation on my body-

My Soul.

Never making a sound, he fills my pores,
my eyes,
nose,
mouth,
brain.

He takes over my organs. He turns me black,

and then
blue,
grey,

and then in the end I am nothing but dust particles.

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