My words come out as hollow as a heartache.
Rock swallowers like me have gravel pits in their stomachs
and it looks like something I saw in the backwoods once.
It’s an uncommon practice to acknowledge
your breaking point in this day and age,
but I stand defiantly in favor of feeling the fractures.
Some beings burrow, other beings fly,
but this life of pain was made for you and I.