The Holetiny publication
about inside voids
cut-out paper & text,
there’s this hollow in my chest ; i noticed three weeks ago
with the tip of my fingers ; i can’t help but feel it grow.
wondering if it could break ; i caress its porous skin.
every second more and more ; it destroys me from within.
it deepens up to my core ; there is nothing left inside.
there’s this void in my body ; all of my tears have been cried.
there i lay in the empty ; the hole and i will soon collide.