Tag: Poetry

“Hollow, Waiting”

It holds nothing until it does.

Clear, but never empty.

Full, but never satisfied.

The outside sweats,

the inside never does.

A mouth with no voice,

only the sound of what leaves.

“Where It Stays”

It moves without moving,

folding itself into walls, into skin.

Everything remembers it,

but no one holds it.

A shimmer, a breath turned solid,

the air tasting of distance.

It leaves,

but never fully.

Brendan Ragan