The silver

Ink paint marks disease color blood death

Trails down my hand

Spreading across my fingers

Rivulets down my arm

Turning me to

Metallic stone

My fingers gripped

Around the can

Of soulful vandalism

Old enough to turn me to

Mercury

Drying across my skin

The shining hard surface

Unrelenting

I can see my scales

I am reptilian

I can see the lines in my skin

And it soaks into my blood

And spreads

Slowly oh so slowly

Peeling

A horrible

Condition

They call it

Indifference

And I drop the can

And run

As my legs

Turn to

Cold stone.