hollow sculpture

whhhhhhrrrr thump

ping!

working day by day night by night

she tries to forget the one

the one who took her soul

whhhhhrrrr thump

ping!

she molds the figures in her hands

wishing she could hold the one

who holds her in their grip

ping!

she's made these so many times

the movements economical

sure in their repetition

nothing more to be heard

she lies awake

her mask cracks a little more