The Darker Playground
...strictly fiction...
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Hollow
A tiny hole in the tree.
Critters live and
Hunted hide.
The hollow of a soul is different.
It's not safe or comforting.
It's just empty.
An apple cored.
Something people see through.
No matter what you cram
Into that breach
It will always be a canyon.
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