Utilizing a metaphorical and poetic language, we can state that our consciousnesses are imprisoned in our bodies, our flesh. However, the reality is even worse: our consciousnesses are part of our bodies, they arise from our flesh. They themselves are a prison. Once generated and born, we cannot escape. In this essay, I discuss how we're "locked" inside our bodies, which themselves are imprisoned in a time and a place, and we never know what kind of horrors this time and place will bring us — and these external horrors exist on top of the horrors that our own bodies are already capable of producing.