Jan 2021
A gaping hole
where a heart should be.
A black void,
bereft of any soul.
I stare into the abyss,
and it stares back.
Eventually I see a glimmer
of my own reflection.
where a heart should be.
A black void,
bereft of any soul.
I stare into the abyss,
and it stares back.
Eventually I see a glimmer
of my own reflection.
i feel like **** and somehow managed to squeeze out my first bit of creative writing in literal years. my brain works in mysterious ways.
