She finds herself hollow
her skin a shell
Locked inside her torso, a bench
he sits there
she feels the color green in the darkness
Perhaps his shirt
or grass stains on his knees
She senses his mourning, his loss
She hears nothing
and is flesh once more
Days later,
he cries out a tearful, defiant "No"
but is silenced
by a voice she cannot understand.
A mumble
It instructs him as she strains to hear
she sits for an hour
her head tilted
as though the words
would fall out her ears
so she could read the subtitles
Nothing
For days, she listens
for him to cry out once more
to show himself in her hollow shell
But he does not
and she worries
Then she stops, worrying for herself.
her skin a shell
Locked inside her torso, a bench
he sits there
she feels the color green in the darkness
Perhaps his shirt
or grass stains on his knees
She senses his mourning, his loss
She hears nothing
and is flesh once more
Days later,
he cries out a tearful, defiant "No"
but is silenced
by a voice she cannot understand.
A mumble
It instructs him as she strains to hear
she sits for an hour
her head tilted
as though the words
would fall out her ears
so she could read the subtitles
Nothing
For days, she listens
for him to cry out once more
to show himself in her hollow shell
But he does not
and she worries
Then she stops, worrying for herself.
