I.D

They told me

existence

was no fact:

A factual

error, they

said. Entire

mystery.

So I built from

non-existence

new life, washed it

because it smelt of

dead, undead things

A replacement stole

it looked like me but

was not me- creature

only in a suit

I crept away like

a lost thing found in

no-man's land, with no

Belonging, no face

An empty spirit

They kept me

in the house

of no fact

because I am

Denied. I am

and merely-

a no-person