The shade of your existence.
The combed edge.
The shattered, broken bits.
The crumpled refuse.
The hanging shard,
so pliable,
so vulnerable,
so easily manipulated.
Scattered traces of a selfish imprint.
The flexible, fiending limbs.
A part removed.
A sacrificial failure.
A tinge of evolved awareness.
The bareness seeking immortality.
A corrupt conception of the self.
