Why does the feeling of emptiness take up so much space?

My soul is turgid. Emptiness leaks from my eyes; at least when it rolls over my cheek

it’s real.

Birdless ribs; will the volume be pecked away? Stifled sweet whistles as

souls swell. But maybe if she squeezes the bars

Hard

presses the cage door

then I won’t burst

For now