I am nothing
but negative space
that can easily
be replaced
or erased.

I am a body
that cannot escape
my man made
manacles.

I am shackled
to a dying breath,
to flesh bereft
of sacred meaning.

I am swimming
in a soft oily sea
of ****** candy
that either drowns
or infects me
with cavities
and stinky
seaweed.

I am a crumpled lotus
before you notice,
before I allow
you to know this
poetic truth,
as death subdues
all that I ever was.