hol(low)

she feels hollow
oh, how he understands
it is not the pain that kills
it is the emptiness
the lack of release
the ice cold grip
of the void
so much better
to be a canvas
coated with agony
than blank
left to rot in the attic
a slow demise
suffocation
in an inch of water

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