Thursday, February 7, 2019

The Hollow : Essays in 100 words

I am hollow.
A coiling tension surrounds the body, pressing from front and back.
It squeezes until the throat closes tight.
Making the body voiceless.
Emotions long silenced initiate a new silence.
The silence of survival is replaced by the silence of terror which newly echoes through the empty frame.
The heart contracts, refusing to beat as if any action would break the status quo.
I am the hollow.


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