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The cracks in my skeleton have betryayed me
And I can feel the strength I profess en masse
Seeping it’s way to the floor
A sickening wallow of fullness waving goodbye
Trickling
The way shallow cuts gently dare to reveal red
As if no one will notice the cells escaping
I once bought a journal that I filled with questions
And it never struck me how easily I lack answers
Until now when I face my emptiness with air captured
Inside faltering lungs
Caught
Without memory of oxygen’s conversion
Into a relevant momentum of self
We eat and eat and swallow
Hopeful that each mouthful brings us closer to satisfied
But I have my doubts
And mostly they resonate futility
Deafening
A silence of hostile pessimism
Telling the molecules their division was irrelevant
Is anyone ever really full?
Is emptiness inevitable?
The broken echo of my hollowness
Reverberates negativity with intent frequency
Decimated
A heart that is dripping with doubt
And a mind that is collapsing under the weight of defeat
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