Now, through a chain-link fence, I watch you huddled on the ground like a fetus, the cries of all your years betraying the form you now inhabit
The terrible shudder that vibrates beneath your skin ripples across the surface, rocking you back and forth, wrenching your mouth agape. The eyes that once met mine on so many an occasion role back into their sockets to watch the throat that surrenders moans without protest.
What were once arms and legs are now grotesque branches that twist violently in all directions, lifting your husk off the ground and into my doorframe.
A misshapen sentinel who threatens from such a distance.
A cadaver.
Macabre.
I used to know you; a bed made of parts.
Only glimpses now.
Just flashes.
A degenerate.