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with a hole in her chest

she hit the road

on a mission to find something beautiful.

mechanized highways churn like teeth

and spit out a flavorless wad.

carved an image of interest.

a swing and a laugh

a hit and collapse..

bottles of whiskey

bags of trash

left behind in shopping carts in walmart parking lots.

destruction in the passenger seat eggs her on,

her best friend.

now an alcoholic,

riding the wave til the crash.

I AM HOLLOW

she screams of her lust

lies and spiritual attacks..

was it a soul that she lacks?

nothing fits this gap

without change......

she denies her love and prays for the past.

one day.