Not Yet Corpses

Not yet corpses. Still, we rot.
Fall apart, if you must—
Fragments of decay.

Our joints stiffen,
Skin cracks in quiet places,
Eyes lose their light.

Day by day,
We are less than we were,
More ghost than flesh.

Conversations fade into silence,
Hands that once reached now tremble,
Time eats away what we tried to save.

Yet we remain—
Not yet corpses,
But shadows of ourselves.

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