piece  by piece

I paint a picture

each gap has a resident

each resident a friend

they click into place

made for each other

(or so they seem)

they form words

and phrases of color

perfect, beautiful, simple --missing--

one

stil   ted

phrase

an abyss of black

the Empty writhes in her cage

I can(not) fix this

I can fill the empty

(does she need to be filled

or the others removed)

one piece is easily found

(and lost)

I can do this a lone

(as alone as the Empty?)

I belong here

(and i don’t?)

my Game

(is this a game?)

my prisoner

(She is lonely)

my job

(share the burden)

there is no room

for two

(rather, there is no room

for you)

You’re twisted

morphed from a different

standard

I fit

(i redefine the word)

I stay

(you have yet to arrive)

I will fill the empty

(perhaps she is here for a reason)

(to fill the empty

you must know the empty)

I know her

and her transparency

(but once you glance in her direction

her gaze will haunt you

forever unbroken)