whatever is needed to be said

Are You Dead Yet?

my hands are cold

eyes lacking light

lips cracked

and rarely parting for a breath

my body, stiff

skin, grey

lips that no longer twitch

into expression

but my feet still drag

along the rough pavement

I still smell

the freshly cut grass

and my mom's old perfume

I still stare

coldly

into the mirror

I still see my reflection

and hear my voice whisper

are you...