Hollow

Yasmin Meghdadi, 2T8 WB

Run, run,

run away

from the truths that

are too hard

to swallow.

Run away from

the reality that

you are broken inside,

mangled beyond

repair.

Run,

run away

from the fact that

you are a

pitiful creature,

raw and bloody

and bruised,

trying desperately

to hide the

cavernous

cracks

covering your

body and soul

with big smiles

and haughty laughs

that despite

years of imitation,

always ring hollow.

Run,

run away.

Don’t waste a

second

mulling over

the ruins

of what was once

yours.

Run

and don’t think about

the shattered,

bloody mess

sitting neatly

inside your chest.

Take a needle

and some thread,

and sow it back up.

Don’t mind

the jagged pieces

poking through your

ribcage,

snagging on sentiments

left and right.