But I must leave you, for this flesh of mine is going rapidly.

His arms were skinny, the flesh gone, the skin wrinkled and dry.

Was he of flesh before someone went to work on him?

As he looked to the left, toward the back of the van, his flesh went cold.

The flesh at the base of my spine went cold.

Yet time and again the flesh had gone beyond any hope of control.

The eyes and flesh in his paintings go different ways.

The flesh of the others goes to our boards.

He had to finish the job promptly, or his flesh would go numb.

The dark flesh had gone an ugly white as great blisters rose.