The Empty Space
Its shape was humanish
sounds and gestures could convince
the similarities could confuse
but echoes travelled through
slight was less than before
could have been so more
but nothing at its core
still it filled the space
the paper Mache puppet
twists and turns
bends and breaks
crackled and crinkled
looking in the dead doll eyes
nothing in here
no surprise
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2021
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