emptiness (a poem in verse)
by cordelia evans
i am empty
holding nothing but what
unreachable dreams i have left and
insatibale wishes that can't be cut.
the contents of my stomach
were left spilled on the concrete
and my porcelain skin is slipping, sliding away
until all that's left is weak bone structures, stacked nice and neat.
and my eyes are hollowed out
and my cheekbones are sunken in
and my hands tremble before the gravity's power
and my heart beats to the tune of a dying has been.
i like it this way
this emptiness i contain
for i feel like i'm lovely, just this once,
not someone left alone in the cold, drizzling rain.
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