I am dismantled debris – scattered pieces of waste and remains flung carelessly from the point of generation.
I am the sludge of ancestorial drosses – filtered scum leftover and encapsulated within my occluded spaces.
I am ambient tortured tones – cleverly shimmering before one’s ear until cry of the cornered hare explodes unstable.
I am off-gassing vapor – transitory bubbling of diffused believes, misunderstandings, and bias from past generational exposures.
I am salvaged components – dispositioned towards chipping away thing superfluous to breath within the limited headspace.
I am an intermittent vacuum – appearing and disappearing, traversed by compressional waves of rarefaction; fragmentarily exhausted.
I am imperfectly human.