You have so much of me.

Things I want back,

Things I meant to give,

Secrets, and Pain.

Love, and Hatred.

Admiration, and Disgust.


And yet,

I have nothing of you.

At least, not that I carry in my heart.

I do not regret this,

or maybe

I'm terrified to.


From a distance, your image is...

Obscured into clarity

and I've learned that not every Mirror

is accurate

And the cracked one's can Hurt you.

A gourd
Hollowed.
to carry naught.
Naught but a small flame.

And only for a time.

She is hollow.
But her flesh
is plump
is vibrant
is fragrant

A carved pumpkin with a grinning facade.
Gutted.
Holding a single flame.

How long before the walls decay
And the flame is extinguished?

I unfurl my arms and reach towards the sun, with everything I have
for
it provides me, in turn, with everything I need.

As my petals grow, they tilt my head
towards
the smiles of passersby, I smile back
and they are smitten!

Praising me, at first
for the the velvety touch of my colors
Then coveting them
Taking souvenirs

Until I am bare, and the sun has hidden itself from me
I am everything they've ever wanted...
but only for a season.

Sometimes
People talk about
the noise of nothingness
Static
The vacuous emptiness of electrical snow
But my static
Oh, my static sounds like symphonies
A cacophony of me
All discordant
Constant
Droning
Static.