Hole

illustration by Tara Palov

HOLE

I took a journey to the recesses of my
ironclad bones
and allowed the fatigue to just sit there
with nothing left to do

I dug through the stories
and burnt the good ones
leaving me to scope and stir and prod
the fowl mouthed disappointments

I swam in the depths of uncomfortable spaces to
unconvince myself

they were all lies anyway
but maybe not to me

I pour my tears into a cup
and will keep filling it
until I am free

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~ Tara Palov

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