Existence Part One: Nothing

I exist in fluctuations.

A monitor in a shining room, wires wrapping and

Wrapping

And wrapping

Around a frail and thin body to test

The beat of its heart.

I am that line. That steady noise

Bleeping away to tell you that I am existing

In this fluctuating circumstance.

 

Sometimes I don’t.

Existence is a futile arrangement of particles and atoms

And it shatters so

Easily.

I shatter with it.

I flutter from my body holding onto it like a shell

Of a person

Like a hollowed carcass rotting in the depths of a cold

And lost

Lake. 

Green molds around the bed.

Life blooming from where nothing sits bloated

Pulsing and oozing out puss and ichor and slime

Nothing rots in the center.

While life goes on.

Because what once occupied the corpse is now nothing

Is now a being beyond existence.

Nothing.