She, hair fully grayed, long
skin, thin like plastic wrap
bunched up, furrow after furrow
teeth, porcelin, no longer real
blue so blue is the dress
yellow, so yellow is the skin
especially the fingertips
movements, erractic
as if unsure of destination
voice cracking and hushed
laughter still powerful
eyes, dulled but still aspark
body feels cold
breathes in,
breathes out
out for life