Steven Cudahy<p>suck the cold bones from me<br>i crumple collapse<br>hollowed<br>trying to flee<br>but circling widdershins<br>endlessly and endless<br>unhallowed<br>before the threatened dawn<br>always almost but never quite<br>an empty box<br>wrapped<br>telling tales to a mind<br>language has fled</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/SmallPoems" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>SmallPoems</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/Poetry" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Poetry</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/Writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Writing</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/MastoPrompt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>MastoPrompt</span></a> 22 April 2025 - hollowed</p>