It hurts where it's hollow
The numbing pain of nothing at all
The scorch of a cool exhale on a frigid morn
Heavy as air and blind as light
Breached & broken, that still-beating heart in its prison bar bones
A colossal weight on your chest as you gasp, though you lie on your face and smile through your frown
And the crest of your brow as it creases and furrows in neutrality at the tears refusing to manifest in the pools of your deeply embedded apathy
And yet, it hurts
It hurts where it's hollow