OF THE HOLLOW
I have no passenger on the ride home. There is no excitement over the geese who colonize _______ avenue across from the too expensive town houses. And no one asks me to slow down to be nice to the car. Our car.
When I come home I am not sure it is home. The walls are gray and unwelcoming. There is no heat in the apartment anymore and I have to sit with a blanket on our blue couch. There are no feet for my lap, no fingers for the remote control, and no comfort in the deep cushions of the living room. Sometimes I can swear to hearing water dripping down great distances somewhere in the place.
_____, the life h as left the world and has been replaced by the hollow. It is not black or dark or deep. It is just empty. It is void.
want my _____ home. I want my _____. I want.
I am afraid of the hollow.
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