Quirk Hollow (NaPoWriMo17 2/30)

Sleepy little burg

that isn’t on any map, you

can’t get to it from here

and were traveling back

is the only way forward.


Population varies

dependent on how the light

catches, the facets

of my star-studded personality

in the dark.


Ringing hollow in here

echoing off walls that won’t release

us. There is an emptiness

I cannot grasp.

Yet it reaches out to me


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