Aluminum Can
A carnivorous force of an empty shell drifts with time.
Wrenching and gasping for Earth to come inside. Wishing to eat it whole. To feel
Full
For once.
Yet, she continued to be empty. A hole. An abyss. Echoes of whispers would clank around
refracting off her sides like a gutted aluminum can
while she continued to eat
And
Eat.
And when the ground was flat and barren, she took to the stars and consumed the cosmos that glittered in
Darkness,
picking them off the striped vine of solar winds. Like grapes.
And when the universe was turned to Nothing. And when the land with which she came was turned to
Nothing.
She forced her arm between her teeth and
tore it off.
Touching the echoes, they were not satiated. So,
she ate her other arm.
And when that was not enough,
her legs.
And when she was but a mound in the Nothing, she kissed her flesh
and began to eat the rest
until there was Nothing left. While holding Everything within her existence, she was still Empty, Gutted,
Hollow.
And in this
Empty,
Gutted,
Hollowness,
she wheezed within the whispers,
unheard.
