Hollow

A worm

coiling in its

drying skin—

swallowed slowly

by the hollow

spreading in my chest.

—

It burns me.

It spins

my world.

—

And I can’t

find

the exit.

—

Sealed doors

keep me in.

Dissolving,

melting

what remains

of myself—

no trace

left.

—

Nothing left to save,

to protect,

to hold onto…

Only you,

born anew—

each time

the world

collapses.

—

© Quiet Reminders