The empty vessel

Just another day of pestering, soft violence. 

And for what? Because I should be filled with me. Instead I'm filled with you. But you're not there.

And my head is hot. So much thought and feeling. So much processing of information. So much conducting of emotion. Because I never occupied my earthy vehicle.

I put, you, inside. A long time ago. Yesterday. And now it feels yours. I rudely yanked you out a little less time ago. Yesterday. But I'm not inside. I can look into my eyes in the mirror. But I just see your soul staring back.

What would I do if I saw us from a distance dancing around eachother? What moment would I change?

Should I change?..

And if it's empty why does it feel so heavy? Unless it's not empty.

And the sound of your name must be taken out. And replaced with what?

Voiding you from me

terror

ineffable.