#ThankfulThursdayReblogs – Hollow — As it Comes

Though the world is hollow my fingers touch the sky, and flirt with mighty thorns, pricked hard with my blood, and watery seas and their sighs. Within those other worlds where a billion tears collide, faces shimmer with their past, ’til imprinted on the shore, to becomes this hollow cast.

via Hollow — As it Comes

A powerful little verse from a skilled poet.