Month: August 2019

The Hollow

Hollow dark and oh so grimTwisting, turning, living thingExpanding, filling space and timeThis gaping hole, this grief of mine Opens wide and sucks things inCrushes deftly, makes me spinClaws and maims and gouges outBinds, releases, strong and stout It waits, bides time and rushes inThis overwhelming, dangerous thingIt comes from nowhere, pulls me to itMoving …

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