Matter

Staring at my balcony wall I tried to put my finger on what was so familiar about it.  Two poles ran parallel to the fat block running across the length forming the wall and its base.  Two more poles, on either end, ran perpendicular and held up the other two.  The material of the wall...what was it?  

I put my hands against the base and felt the rough bumps that jutted out from the pale, sickly color.  It was soft and warm, but also very rough.  I wrapped my fingers around the paralleled poles and felt their cold, sad touch.

I realized I was still considering the composition of its matter while I was flying through the air.  

As I hit the dark surface below, right before my skull was shattered and full of blood, it hit me...

the wall was made of flesh and the poles of thin, frail bones.