Heavy

it's not hollow like they say.
But heavy where I lay.
I cannot move.
I cannot breathe.
I must stay, not leave.

it’s not hollow but weighs a ton
I lay here till it’s done
I cannot see
And again, I cannot breathe
So, I wait, and grind my teeth,
Patiently still, to take my leave.

it’s not like a gun,
Bang Boom then it’s done,
but a melon baller scraping pressing at my core
Like someone knocking down my door.
Full force, heavy not hollow
For a long, moment,
But after the movement
its empty,
scraped and gouged once more

i am nothing, empty, with that weight still in me
the obtrusion of my day to day at its core
at my door, tapping ever so, to tell me once more
“i must stay”
For its heavy not hollow
it can’t move
it can’t breathe
so, i shall not dare to leave.