I am a drum

I feel as in my insides have been hollowed out: flesh, blood and tissue gingerly scooped out with a metal spoon, leaving the insides smooth as a water battered pebble. In lieu of solid matter my insides are filled with emptiness and air, somehow yet still dense enough to prop up bones, skeletal structure and skin. I feel that if I tap my fingers lightly against my chest, a deep resonant sound will emanate. I am empty.