Katrina Kaye

there is a trench
dug against my navel

running between breasts
concaves into clavicle

a ravine
through the center of me

this is where
I need to be filled

it doesn’t matter
if it is love that floods the chasm

or pebbles of hope piled
one upon the other

it doesn’t matter if it is a spell
to resurrect the dead,

or songs which conjure oceans
and summon the sun

it could be a list unfinished
a graveyard left to wander

a coda stuck in
my head all morning

the sweetness of sunrise
kaleidoscopes before my eyes

a display against
bare ceiling

it could be anything that is pure
simple and peaceful

it only needs to complete me
fill me, make me whole

but these sentiments are fleeting
and haven’t filled the hollow

I remain gutted
with little hope of being finished