Empty


Curl me up inside something numb
so tired of flinching.
Cotton up this heart
and let me forget.

Lids burned free of tears
empty like a shell
left floating
in the vast sea of yesterday.

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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