Don’t show
Night-surgery
Scooped out the soul
During sleep.
Keloid keyholes
Fibrous traces
Secret picked-at scabs
Out of sight
In semi-conscious limbo
Only the heart remembers
As it pumps its own emptiness
Labouring in vain.
© BH 2015
This was the first in a series of five poems posted on Facebook after a challenge (obliquely) from Graham Morgan. This is part of a longer one (still in progress). More followed and, now the Facebook bit is done. I'll publish them here and link them together.
The picture is a duvet cover. As hollow as the wind.
The sequence is Hollowed #3; Dusk; Bloodlines; Succoth; Boyhood; plus the bonus, Balance Wheel.
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