Hollowness was a gift
given by tragedy
she unwrapped it ever so
delicately
and wore it like a crown

and her words were knives that
cut the silent air and made
gashes so wide,
souls sailed them like the seas
and oh how loneliness
was like a beggar-
she stopped only to feed. For greed,
isn't for riches, but for what makes you feel
more.


Hungry.