My body has become a wasteland
My skin crawls with decay
You open my flesh
Analyzing the fossils,
the fingerprints of past lies.
Can this cage hold my soul,
I'm separate from it all
The sewage water running
through my pores,
Recreating over recycled trash.
Lock my limp form
in the county dump
so I can rot
Alone
with no one's
razor sharp
touch
to hurt and scorn.
Just matter decomposing
with the worms.