the girl with a whole in her



sometimes she felt like there was a hole inside her.
a loneliness devouring her, slowly swallowing, eating her away
filling her up, in a peculiar fashion, leaving her with nothing but emptiness inside.

but what is emptiness?
it is merely the lack of substance,

she could feel the hole's malice, its ambition.
she knew she was empty inside.
yet the incapacity filled her whole.

sometimes she liked to sit around and do things that bore absolutely no significance to her.
it was only because she wanted to pass time badly. so, so badly.

maybe she would sit infront of the television,
watch brainless slapstick shows, laugh for a few moments, forget the hole
and then, as the laughter subsides, the hole would slowly creep up, into her
and it would slowly grow
larger, and larger, and larger...

and it would fill her.

sometimes she felt the urge to eat, to fill her stomach, to fill herself up
as if
the feeling of overwhelm
would be able to counter the loneliness latent inside
but it would be futile
because all would be left would be a feeling of sadness
and a desire to cry

sometimes she would try to love
she never asked for much
but what she wished, she never got back
eventually, she realised,
nobody seemed to be able to fill up the hole inside


loneliness engulfs her. it swallows her; overwhelms her
it feeds on her like a parasite; only more savage, more cruel
in the end

the girl died.