hollow

day twenty three

Maybe one day 

My womb will sprout 

Into the hollow of my 

Abdomen.

For me to carry life

In the missing 

Of myself 

Would be miraculous. 

I never used to want this.

I always wanted to plant 

A seed. 

And watch it grow. 

An extension of myself. 

But now I feel 

A sense of life creating

From within 

The hollow of 

Myself. 

To feel inside 

Rather than outside. 

Maybe I have been turned

Inside out.

Perhaps that is all I

Ever wanted. 

For the inside of my soul

To be on display. 

Framed in a museum 

Of wonder. 

To be hollow 

In a world

Forcing my solidity.

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