when the numbness of depression was excruciating

It hurts where it's hollow

The numbing pain of nothing at all

The scorch of a cool exhale on a frigid morn

Heavy as air and blind as light

Breached & broken, that still-beating heart in its prison bar bones

A colossal weight on your chest as you gasp, though you lie on your face and smile through your frown

And the crest of your brow as it creases and furrows in neutrality at the tears refusing to manifest in the pools of your deeply embedded apathy

And yet, it hurts

It hurts where it's hollow