Hollow

I never meant to put it on the shelf that

I can't reach and now it's hard to ask for help from anyone.

I used to climb the cabinets and take a look inside of it,

but now I have this fear of falling down.

With noses pressed against the screen and cold cement under skinned knees,

we watched the silhouettes and heard the screams.

And I remember promising that I would not repeat that scene as the Ryder turned the corner of our street.

Slip as I'm marking time. Fall for the perfect line.

There is a tell tale sign. Hide from your own design.

The tattered remnants of an old tattoo.

The stain of fine red wine.

I stay away because it makes me hollow.

the finalist declines.