i am simultaneously filled with you
and fully empty without you
left behind swept aside dehumanized
by one brief utterance “i don’t want to be a widow”
erased like my heart from my chest
my pulse from my wrist
i stagger forward
incessant and hollow
my zombie life
fragile as a balloon filled near to bursting
the skin of this empty thing called me
and the hunger that cannot be sated alone
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