No noise outside your existence. Nothing to know except the constant noise within yourself.

Had seen some insights on body horror, so here's my take infiltrated by my computer hyperfixation 🤓☝️
Prompt: you ARE your body. You experience the world through senses, if we take those senses away, who are you?  

 You're suddenly aware of the space in which you are. A box. You do not see before you. No noise outside your existence. Nothing to know except the constant noise within yourself. It is loud. Not louder than what you wish it to be. You do not look up.

Below your limits is your body, imperfectly fragile, just as you had left it. It is out of reach. You can hurt it, break it, destroy it, but you tell yourself not to. You can no longer feel the ground it touches, strands of hair in its face, its teeth touching, the itchiness of wounds, the pain, the sorrow, the desire. All of that is unknown to you. You cannot weep. Your body is prone to decay, and you won't be there to feel it. Your body will turn outside in and you won't hear a beat. The metallic taste your body's blood splatters is no longer felt. Your body involuntarily throws itself in desperation and you remain static.

I thought of maybe a mother/child thing. You speak terribly of your body, but will you let it twist in front of you? Not a question of will here, you ARE watching yourself die but are deprived of any sensation capable of moving you into action. You can only watch your “child”. If you truly hate your body, why would you weep? Too late now.
wOooawww dyslexia attacks!! Stop floating, stupid text box