Hollow Inside

Last Friday was an odd day. It started with an ominous feeling of doom and gloom, accompanied by nausea and tears, that I couldn’t shake off. In the afternoon, my PC broke down, which was difficult but could be fixed. After a whole day alone, I waited for my husband to come home and by nine o’clock I was still feeling that something was going to happen. And it did. My husband had just come through the door, when I noticed a comment on Facebook and turned on Sky News. We spent most of the night watching the terrible events in Paris unfold. I wrote this poem in an attempt to express last Friday in words.

Hollow Inside

The leaden mass

expands

metallic chill worms

its way

through bone and skin

petrifying

without and within

until

the metal core

explodes

leaving a skeleton

of lead

everything

is dead

hollow inside

© Kim M. Russell, 2015

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