there is an emptiness beneath the ribs of me
like the empty ditch a dead body crawled out of
leaving only hollow ground in its wake
the days seem darker
so i just stay inside where i control the light
and the paint on the floor is nothing.
it is nothing. but i swallow it whole in a ritual of diversion and rescue.
like the empty ditch a dead body crawled out of
leaving only hollow ground in its wake
the days seem darker
so i just stay inside where i control the light
and the paint on the floor is nothing.
it is nothing. but i swallow it whole in a ritual of diversion and rescue.
