Hollow Doesn’t have to be a bad word Hollow Doesn’t have to mean “empty” And “missing”
When I listen It means there is a container Wrapped tight And taut in something warm The hide of a once wild and free animal is now a fate reverberated as another passionate, wild being Strikes it Sparks the potential aflame Into a sprout of a heartbeat
Or it is The fog Once aimless and reaching Until it finds a lighthouse Its beam also reaching for it So when light strikes the micro droplets Each effervescent molecule Is lit in the turn of the path In each passing round An orchestra plays
That is the word “Hollow” To me
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I could delve deep into my self named brain, or just trickle yours, I'm the trickster of the lame and helper of the poor, minded.
Ill come at you until you gobble all I have to say you'll have to force it out like puke. So take a deep breath, let the venom in these words seep into your eyes and travel through the chains and locks reflex-fully shut on your heart, to the deepest most brittle parts of your fingernails. Let this feeling bring frisson to your back and spine, give it the power to move your body, slash at your sleep and keep you ever so small at night. Let yourself sleep.