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Cavity

Inside me, is a cavity
That I've tried to fill with
Wine, tears, and an assortment of calamities
I've even tried to mask it with this thing in the corner
Of my imagination, that I clumsily label "God"
Still, I can't will myself to rid of this monstrosity
Eating through my chest like acid
I feel it in my sleep, in my nightmares
At work, school, and carnival fares
Keeping me caged so that
Everything tastes bland, just as the Puritans like it
Sugar tastes like medicine; pleasure's uninvited 
No, the cavity can't be mended with a bandaid or a kiss
From Prince Charming rising out of the abyss
Every time that I look in the mirror and sigh
The cavity deepens as I curl up and cry
The cavity rots when I wish to be someone else
A bird, a fairy, any creature with a pulse 
Who isn't me, 'cause all I see, is a gaping cavity
A reflection of sorrows and mortality
Like a beggar on the side of the road
I weep for a numbness that can't be bestowed
Please fix me, please fix it
These rodents gnawing at the core of my soul
Please, please, let me be whole
Before the cavity becomes my only console
I reach out for skin, for wine, and to my creator
But none of it will quench the dry, empty crater


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