cold, haunting wind blows effortlessly

against the backdrop of the eerie silence

composing illusions of an ominous chill

creeping ever closer

corrupting everything in its path

silhouetted shadows cast their gaze

upon the still, small body

that lies unmoving on the table edge

cold and lifeless, you lie there

tiny shrivelled body

unwanted, unclaimed

just a pathetic testimony

to your own immense waste of an existence

of space.

black and squishy

mercilessly discarded

stepped on

expiring without so much as a whimper

although possibly expressing the subtle hint of a whine