*tw: being used, feelings of emptiness*
i am like a towel that has been wrung out. my emotions now lie in a puddle at my bare toes, and i don't feel a single thing except for empty.
now i hang to dry in silence, consumed with my emptiness. soon i'll be used to clean up some mess, and be carelessly left with stains to show for it.
the only thing that i know is how to clean - how to cleanse tables and windows and hearts and tears. i absorb the messes of others and my own until they are a part of me.
but i have been wrung out and left to dry and i am left with only the weight of the emptiness i feel and the promise of being used until i have nothing left to give.
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recycled poetry
Poetry❝i wish i was writing something special, but these words have been used before and there's no originality to it at all. i'm just reusing phrases until they're worn out, like musty library books or hand-me-down clothes.❞ from ❛hand-me-down poetry❜ i...
