Prose Poem: Walking Skeleton

Spindly appendages like spider legs. A walking skeleton lost in the living world. People gawk and glare. As if they could never be me. They know not how easy it is to become me. A worn soul fatigued by this world. Covered in discarded clothes. Rejected by the passerby and abandoned. I am unwanted. Numb from all the hurt. Unfeeling. Cold eyes like stone searching for a sanctuary. Bags from under them dragging me lower. Gaunt I have been told I look. I see myself only as I pass store windows. Shooed away by the owner like a stray dog. What I see is a disgrace. I would do anything to escape to my sanctuary. My feet almost too weak to hold me. Standing in the middle of the street. Still. Awaiting oncoming traffic like a child awaits candy. Cars blaring horns screaming for my departure. I long to end my time as this walking skeleton. Lost in this living world. I long to be a ghost.