Sallow When life leaves the body and the skin becomes sallow... Motionless remains are left feeling heavy yet hollow. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related August 7, 2021October 28, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Death, Nursing, Poetry, Sallow 6 Comments
I have seen a lot of dead bodies (unfortunately) and you really got under my skin with this one. It is so accurate and haunting. 👍 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
It’s a bag of bones. I am not there. My soul is only a breath away. Everywhere. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
I have seen a lot of dead bodies (unfortunately) and you really got under my skin with this one. It is so accurate and haunting. 👍
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Thank you. That sallow color is haunting every time…
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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It’s a bag of bones.
I am not there.
My soul is only a breath away.
Everywhere.
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❤️❤️❤️ Love that
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