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Hollow Bones

My First Performance

When I Went to Stratford

Hollow bones rising from a broken bed,

Sitting forward, breathing out that carbon dioxide,

As he prepares for the same grey day, followed by the same daily routine, unchanged, filled with feelings of disengagement.

Walking down the path in the busy city, invisible to world, as human eyes gaze down on phones, on notifications unchecked, growing old,

As Hollow bones reaches for his phone and sees no alerts, no messages, no missed calls,

just the same music ringing his ear, Ed Sheeran needing love through worn out gummies.

He walks into his job and says “Hello,” though no one feels his presence, instruction is given, instruction is followed, mopping floors and cleaning windows, serving customers who see him as a simple service rather than a person, declaring he needs to smile more.

Though Hollow are his bones, black and torn is what his heart has become, he can feel the wind flow through it, not the beating of what was once a healthy heart, that circulates the blood and colours his pale skin.

His mind his blank, emotions drained, squeezed and wrung out like a wet towel that’s left to dehydrate in the sun.

The routine is all he has, the regular schedule that keeps his body going, so his family feels like he’s doing something, and not just decaying in his bed at home, hardly eating whilst his self-worth just keeps on depleting

He has to leave, He can't feel anything because of all that's happened. Life is just watching days come and go, seeing notifications pop up on other people's phones, seeing people enjoying life as they blossom and grow.

He feels his home is not his own, his family just see a ghost, his co- workers don't see anything, and his friends are long gone. They walked away, when it all just became too much

He tried to change, to make things right, but she left him before he could even try.

Leaving him to pick up the pieces, his hands bleeding as he tries to fix the shards of broken promises and heartbreak.

But he couldn't,

He became Hollow bones, a working Zombie surrounded by the living,

So he shut away the world,

He's afraid to live his life,

He spent it asking “is there something wrong with me? Why would they do those things to me?

I tried to change, I wanted to change for you”

So hurt and so afraid,

Wanting the pain to go away,

He left a note for his family saying

“I'm sorry, I can no longer live this way."

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