I cannot think.
Or care.
Or feel.
I am but numb.
My heart.
My mind.
My soul.
All are hollow.
Take my heart
and break it.
I will not hurt
despite glass-like pieces
falling on the ground.
Jagged pieces of once a shell
protecting the nothingness
of my hollow heart.
Take my mind
and use it.
I will not know.
I will not care.
I will not feel
the threat to my existence
or to my honor.
I will have no shame.
Take my soul
and invade it.
Mold me, fill me,
become me.
Take it all.
Complete me.
Do what you must
to fill my hollow.
Author notes
"When Bunnies Attack the inner sanctum of other fluffy things"
A contest entry
- AP Best of the Best Season Three Preliminary by B Chandler.
300 points, ended March 15, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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