Of Growing Hollow Hearts

Of Growing Hollow Hearts

By Karyn Indursky

 

 

Snapping like a rubberband 
I am nothing, but a material 
lain across a floor 
to be trampled upon later 
by the uncaring souls 
filtering through curtain doors 
to the decaying grounds 
beckoning me to transform 
into fertilizer for our soiled grounds 
of growing hollow hearts.

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