i am falling apart like ancient stone.
brushing past me would knock me off my feet.
once i hit the ground, there's no promise i will make it back up.
my skin is chipping away.
as it flakes off, there will be no blood.
for when you touch stone it is not warm.
i have nothing but dust in my veins.
my stature is curled into itself.
it hurts to move,
but i cannot stop shivering.
my only wish is that
when i am frozen over
i might be remembered by this headstone.
