the pastel-pink wall looks
at the degradation of a colourless face,
before the rapture of satisfaction.
it is being brandished in this cold
that isn’t cold anymore,
not even in a half-witted lie
of tomorrow’s promise.
who wrote the fate of this hollow face
that it doesn’t fall off
after the eruption?
© Anmol Arora
A title with multiple connotations — a short 55-worded verse for Just One Word: Hollow at WTR.
Image source (Pink Sky Abstract by Nancy Merkle)