this is isn’t mine,

none of it is.

my body is being rented,

entertained with cuts and bruises,

this cannot be my own skin.

these unwanted organs and lips are not mine,

someone else’s in another life.

you are not mine,

only a visitor in this artificial life.

everything leaves,

even the books and the homes decay eventually,

none of it is ever ours’,

only in our possession for some short time.