As I sit my body unravels. My skin begins to peel away and the sound of ripping leather follows. Slowly but surly inch by inch my skin dissipates into the air leaving no trace it ever was. My muscle fibers become visible, pulsing in the crisp cold air shivering, trying to make the blood of my body flow. Ultimately unable to continue on in the harshness of the new, my muscles begin to melt. Dripping slowly like candle wax, down onto the ground then fizzing up into the air away from its place. My organs spill out in front of me, slithering away into snow then becoming frozen, the slightest breeze causing them disintegrate like the rest of my former anatomy. My bones sitting up right begin to weep. They are cold and they are alone. They can no longer take the stress from the isolation of their close companions, the warm blood, the comforting muscle and so they give up. They give in and fumble down to the ground, sounding like the falling trees of a lonely forest. They begin to crack and shatter. Pieces flying in every direction like a bomb had exploded, and then silence. All that is left is my soul. My soul floats in place, right where my heart would be, just hovering, emanating a slight hum as it balances itself between heaven and earth. A body is nothing without a soul but yet without a body a soul still remains. Always there, always feeling, always seeing. There’s a body and then there’s a soul. 

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6poetry by sean, myart,