OPENING

to become a trench,
how far does a hole go.
how much of myself do I empty
till I am hollow, pit enough to swallow you.
or a pathway to the end of myself.

(other words for a hole are cavity,
depression, retreat, shelter, well.)

the last time I was at the entrance of a thing,
I turned away before I could enter:
apologies for my retreat,
every doorway resembles a cavity of depression.
I hope you are well,
have you found another shelter.

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