The Body · Relic 15/30
Ossuary
A chrome skull, red eyes burning in the sockets.
You are already wearing your face's expiry date.
Under every contour, the same architecture waits.
Vanity is a tenant. The skull is the landlord.
The memento mori made literal: not a symbol of death but the actual shape of it, scaled down, chromed. You just prefer not to look at it.