In the hours, days and weeks following my mothers death, I experienced something I never had before — the sudden overwhelming sensation of a deep void in the center of my chest, which I expressed like this in a poem about missing her:
“my chest becomes a gaping hole
cleaves my heart, then bares my soul”
This is like that.
© 2019 punkie
manifests as a void,
a hollow in my chest,
where only space exists
in the place that once held
warm flesh and blood,
a heartbeat of love.
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