the bird sings the songs of her heart,
but when she stops to rest a while,
her ears are greeted only by a chilling silence.
i am just so afraid of being empty.
but im more afraid of what is there;
i don't know what is on the inside of me
because i never let the monster
(perhaps monster is too harsh of a term because we've never met)
out to play even though she's been prying open my ribcage with her pale, slender feelings for some time now.
im afraid to let her out because what if she is worse than emptiness,
is anything worse than nothing though?
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