Hollow Stories

This poem available only on Lush StoriesHollow Sucking pain and empty air roar past This gaping rift in the gap where once lay that Thing you reached in and Tore out and squeezed before my eyes As the red, dark, congealing pain seeped and Trickled its giggling, screaming way over The tiny webs of your fingers and down Through the tendons and sinews of your hand That crushed the living joy out of me. Hate Crawling through...