Empty. see right through me. no. empty, but opaque. frosted glass.
broken. hardly. i bend. i stretch. snap back again tighter than ever.
deaf. cause i don't want to listen. mute. cause i've nothing left to contribute to the conversation. fierce still. fierce enough to crawl back inside my cocoon. and not emerge again until. i've either become a beautiful butterfly or died trying.
close my eyes just not to cry. not again. no need for tears when it's already been drowned. the flood has happened. now just float. float like a corpse until i actually am.
fill the hollow. feel it encompass you. such a tender seduction. barely touched and all too willing to be taken. such an irresistible combination. tiny caverns that will hug you tight. like being born again. like coming back to life.
feed the emptiness with some of your own. push it inside and then watch it grow. no longer yours. now it's mine. and life contracts upon itself and it's vanished into the empty again.
crack the glass. scale the fence. try to catch the raindrops as they slip through your fingers. try to chase the lightning as it dances in your head. rumbling through your heart like an avalanche.
love. hate. that slender line that separates. love. lover. the quicksand between them. walk. run. swim. if you can. go home. go back. before you start sinking in.