and there's an emptiness that follows me
it shrinks my world when it creeps up,
knows which buttons to press
and when it latches on
it takes its sweet time to leave
i have though of peeling back
every soft thing i own
press mountains into my skin
till they imprint my bones
it would still hurt less
than not hurting at all
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:20 AM UTC
and there's an emptiness that follows me
it shrinks my world when it creeps up,
knows which buttons to press
and when it latches on
it takes its sweet time to leave
i have though of peeling back
every soft thing i own
press mountains into my skin
till they imprint my bones
it would still hurt less
than not hurting at all
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