Here lies the once warm flesh that embraced my arms.

Her corpse smells of embalming fluid but her eyes speak of distant memories.

The skin looks soft, almost dissolves once mixed with saliva.

Her nails are short, previous pieces left inside a basement down piper street.

Makeup covers the arms and legs to hide the bruises.

So many visitors for one mysterious woman from the bright city.

Just a little taste and then I’ll be on my way.