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Hollowness

August 26, 2018
By SophieMHC SILVER, Jakarta, Other
SophieMHC SILVER, Jakarta, Other
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There are mornings

when he washes his face -

and find himself

sinking -

in the hollowness

of eyes -

that belongs to a stranger


and there are afternoons

when he stares emptily

at the ink that dances on white -

with lyrics cycling

like a vintage carousel -

as his hand fumbles

and mind crumbles


There are nights

when he dissipates into

the futile black -

and trace patterns and stripes -

pretending it’s a map

that could guide him

to the exit; the right way.


(is there a right way?)



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