Her elastic skin hugs her peeking bones firmly….
Her eyes protrude in attempted strength..
..the teacher of courage now trembles timidly…the fetid scent of her sore blistered body lurks in air ,the smell of death haunts my nostrils..
Her head bald ,and pale…strands of green muscles vividly spells agony….
…all the memories of her bold voice I held dear…sail off in the sound waves of her pained half whispers…

“I’m afraid the Cancer has spread across her body sir…..”

The Word Sculptor.

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