during the early mornings

the hollows reached full speed

they begin every night before

sprouting slowly through my insides

they were teeth tearing from gums

the torture lived long like immortals

hollows floating in my stomach

by morning, they reached my lungs

although cruel, I did enjoy my art with one hollow

often, I had mistaken the rest of them for guilt

until I was as empty and as frail

as the wind that took me faraway

at least there were smiles and cheeky laughter with my hollow owner

and I was helpful, and I was useful and loved

all the while, I was a light that was burning out

my hollow owner saw more hollows born, but he was as far gone as I

the rest of them reached my able body

I was paralytic and involuntarily immobile

the only moving part of me were my tired eyes

in the end, the hollows got to them too

and although I never saw my hollow owner again

I did hear him sing, and I did feel the floor move

with his every dance, and I was happy, so was he

and the rest of the hollows were finally quiet