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Y’know… don’t know if it’s intentional, but there were many sides to this for me.

Firstly, there was the surface level. The frustration of being somebody’s “maybe — if they feel like it”. But on the flip side I wonder if sometimes that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Some people’s entire relationships are like that. Fuckbuddies, for example.

Then I couldn’t shake the opening of “she was a hole” and that took me to quite a dark place. Made me think of mental state and how that can ricochet out to how others treat us.

I dunno there were just a lot of levels to this for me. I do like a good thought process every now and then.

Thanks for sharing.

-M

Dear N,

Love everything about what this poem meant to me. Cavernous emptiness. Undoubtedly not where you were headed with this but struck me hard where I didn’t expect to remember some things.
Great write. H🌷

A hole...no matter how it taken, it's sad.
Well done, nik.


hugs,
buddhakitty.

a hole, implies something is missing... such a deep undeniable darkness there, (for me....)

Some of your best work, imo
Thanks, nik

🌹 - 💙
-B

This just gives me a feeling. The awareness of it. Like you are aware and lets just roll with it.
Really liked!

I love the accompanying image.

I get the feeling of home as a dynamic of light and shadows...  Into darkness.

This element, along with the fine tuned brevity of the piece, take my imagination to some cool places.

ok this is even sadder. lol
hope you're antithetic.

I pick up two metaphors on this, one being the late night booty call and the other, well, death (hole in the ground). Either way, it's a mysterious and cool write.