His skin once firm
Stretched over frail bones
Now like dough
Still soft
Never mentioned
My prison on display
No choice
As his silently exists
Only noticed by the ones who feel him
And never say a word.
[Words] dough.
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His skin once firm
Stretched over frail bones
Now like dough
Still soft
Never mentioned
My prison on display
No choice
As his silently exists
Only noticed by the ones who feel him
And never say a word.
