The Hollows
by A. A. Parr
for D.

You’re hungry -
this person
inside of you,
wanting more the
less you take
the more 
you fake, each
day you wake:
hungry,
empty, feeling
too full
of all the bitter words
you’ve swallowed, your
cheeks have
hollowed, your smile
puckers across
irrelevant teeth,
teeth whose only purpose
is to be bared,
like you, like
you thought you needed
to be small enough
to fit inside of
the hollows.

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