Confusion is hungry,
but homework trouble
is never enough
to keep it full.
It grows in the darkness,
infecting imagination,
making the specimen tremble.
It never wastes time
on the brain,
but goes straight for the heart.
Love is suddenly a mystery.
As the specimen is hollowed out,
it takes over easily,
no competition.
Thriving in the darkness
of the hollow
that will never see
love.
I understand dark hollows and how one can hunger for them…