Chelsea Varvaro (01-23-1988 / New Orleans, LA)

I am beyond hollow
My head, my heart, my lungs and my eyes
Solemn and lost like the open night skies
Like a God on the battling anguish
Willing to do anything to make this pain vanish
I am so beyond hollow
Catching a glimpse of myself
Like a doll left high on the top shelf
With eyes as black and cold
No one to take me down-no one to be so bold
I am far beyond hollow
Falling into the pit of my own chest
Forgetting about the good, the bad and all the rest
Plummeting and then hitting ground
Pulling back my hair and looking around
I am way beyond hollow
Staring at my hollow still beating heart
Watching the blood spray and make a grotesque art
Empty only of fond emotion
Like the vast swirling of an angry ocean
I’ve gone beyond hollow
There is no more air left to breathe
No more horrid lies to believe
Only my emptiness to comfort me
Looking out onto a wide and spacious empty sea that used to be my life
Gone now to the ends of the world- slipped away on the blade of a sharp but blissful knife.