Don't think.
Don't feel.
Shut down.
Shut it out.
Lose it all.
Become empty.
Empty.
Empty.
Empty.
The word echoes around because I'm so empty.
My mind.
Empty.
My heart.
Empty.
My veins.
Empty.
My life.
My lungs.
Empty.
Me.
Empty.
Completely.
Empty.
Is empty even a word anymore? Is it just a jumble of noises and letters that leaves us just...
Empty.
Empty promises.
Empty expectations.
Empty love.
All that was once full. Drained to nothing.
Empty.
And loud.
Filling my head so much it's going to burst and then once again I will be...
Empty.
But is anything truly empty?
There is air inside an empty box. Spiders inside an empty house. Organs and flesh inside an empty chest hollowed out by life.
I am empty.
I lost it all.
I shut down.
I don't feel.
I don't think.
I am fully empty.
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Flash Fictions
Short Storythis is a series of flash fictions I write whenever I get writers block on a main story or if I find a really interesting prompt. these are probably gonna be really random.
