There's a black hole in my stomach
Twisting and churning

But never feed it.
It's like feeding demons

emptiness is swallowing
Wallowing
And echoes through vacant organs

Time: 4:58 pm
A few good days
A few

Once I dug your car out of three feet of snow
Three footed
Sure footed

I finally met Joe.
The music we fell in love to.
He was gentle and kind like the notes he twisted and the lyrics he spun.

It's amazing how complicated feeding yourself can be.

Elusive
Weakness or strength
Slipping or sliding

There's a black hole in my stomach.