hollow inside
what I want to hear
drops like pins to the tile
straining my ear
I hear
aching muscle sits in your palm
a thousand salty drops
line my lashes
press your lips to my temple
pull your trigger
echoes in a hollow chest
three words set the universe
mine waits
I wish I could be
what you want me to be
the me in inkblot skies
an icy comet burning on the outside
always looking to you
a powerful draw
I try to deny gravity
its fingers wrapped around me
please take what I offer
itโ€™s yours anyway

tara caribou | ยฉ2019

Read this and more in my poetry book, Four.

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