Short Poem for Quadrille #98: Peel

Photo by Suzy Hazelwood from Pexels. Inspired by dVerse's prompt Quadrille #98.   Her skin is peeling away. It won’t stay   Patched into a haphazard face; In the space   Between fingers corrodes the skin, Worn too thin,   Exposing minute veins of red Among the dead.   Her mortal landscape splits and frays As the worn-out …