black holes touch

black holes touch 2017-07-29T00:06:22+00:00

Project Description

i walk to the bus with a hole in my chest, don’t worry only i can see it, large and black and nothing inside with a blank expression on my face vaguely aware that this is not normal, but not really caring, there is nothing i can do to stop it from aching so there’s no point in trying to smile, no one notices anyway, on the bus others are vacant too, nobody minds, it’s easier to look through us when we are hollow, less need to make contact with us, we crowd together, bumping each other with great echo-y drum noise, the brush of leather hide on my arm, and i remember how my skin is, how my muscle is, how my liver feels warm and beautiful, how strong the supple branch of my spine is, how much i love my heart.