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in the ceiling. Holes in my clothes.
Holes in my armor,
the lies of the charmer.
Holes in the profiles hoping for love,
only to shove
me away.
Another day.
Another chance
to dance
around those massive craters
that are greater
with each passing year.
I fear
soon there will be
nothing left for me
but the holes.


9 thoughts on “Holes

  1. Awww. So beautiful, but there’s sadness. Made me think of one of my undergrad teachers in the art department who would remind us of the beauty of the negative spaces. They are just as necessary, just as valuable, and beautiful. Holes don’t have to be a bad thing.

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