Emptiness
gnawing at me
from the inside
saying
feed me, feed me
so I ask my mother
for plates of human heart
to feel something,
to feel everything.
—polyphagia: an attempt to fill the parts of my soul that i've had to ration
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an ocean of teardrops
PoetryI avoid surfaces with reflections, avoid facing reality. At the sea, where I last washed away my scars only to have them appear in different places, different faces. And so I try comforting myself through imaginary conversations with the people I lo...
