Hollowing Inside Me (Part 1)

Sometimes the nasty nature

in me starts to show,

like ink spilling from the corners of
my mouth,

secrets spilling out,

wiping the corner of my lips with a
napkin,

I scream as I see blood stains upon the

white cloth,

looking up I see this little girl,

so small,

pale skin,

red eyes,

pigtails,

and a sad frown while she holds

a huge butcher knife,

looking at me,

walking across the wooden floor

scraping the butcher knife across the
floor,

dragging the blade behind her as she
walks to me

with dead eyes,

her pink dress with flowers turns to
black

and wilts upon the floor with each
step,

as she gets closure she starts to age

and scars start to appear upon her
wrist,

her eyes turns shades of blue,

tears flow down her face,

bitterness and regret plays near her,

like a harp,

by the time she reaches me,

I peer up at her,

and realize I am staring back at me,

shocked I could hardly breathe,

nothing stops me from what I am about
to do

to feel free,

I take her hand and walk across the
wooden floor to

a huge window divided into two,

we stand there,

each on the ledge of a window

peering at the ground,

shaking and crying I turn away but the

other side of me frowns and tugs me
back,

without thinking about it once more

we jump out of the window,

feeling the free fall of the wind,

feeling the fear of near death I open
my eyes,

waking up from a dream,

but everything is just a dream within a
dream,

or so I am told