Hollow Egg


The strained giggles of lovers limp up the hallway,
struggling to find jealous ears.

They do not struggle long,
as victory's found in the sound my ears cringe from,
but relinquish themselves too.

A victory as hollow as the feeling in their loveless laughs,
their chuckling emptiness an egg with no yoke,
breaking upon the mind,
down the path bullied past the ears,
revealing naked nothingness.

The sound of rainfall soothes,
for it cares not for who can hear it.
But these desperate calls cry for notice.

like the desperate words I've wrote here.

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