The Empty

a disintegrated sense of trust cast out into the vast wilderness running in the dark amidst only the rabid carnivores following, stalking & waiting on every move--- every footstep, every single breath is documented, while the smell of sweat lures. there are the bad memories that outweigh & blurt out any sense of what was positive. there are broken mirrors & random glass shards everywhere (remnants of the catastrophic destruction of the once glass house). absolutely vacant completely hollow a bottomless cavern the last rung on the ladder (swinging with one arm before the plummet to all nothingness)--- and if one dropped a quarter in the mouth of the empty… it would only echo as it bounced off the side of the tunnel on its way down.