i have a little void i hold deep inside my chest
occasionally, i let it explore what's there
how the hues of reds and pinks and blues
bloom more brightly than before
it doesn't
seem to
mind, but
it doesn't seem to like it
any more than i enjoy a cold shower
which i do sometimes enjoy
as upturned curves reveal themselves to the world
with greater frequencies
and different frequencies
are presented to eager, conditioned ears,
it tends to explore its presence-
a monotonous void within a growing atmosphere.
is that a
lonely
feeling?
like being out of place?
Author notes
i don't really know about this lol. inspired in part by HANNAH'S awesomeness.
(another poem that somehow ended up being sort of about Molly. again.)
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