the hunt

Yaira Ebanks
Dec 2
1 min read

I have an uncanny ability to overshare.

Am I filling the void someone is leaving behind?Pouring into a space long vacated?

Intent on understanding my actions, I question why.As someone who has given too much for too long, I take note.

I begin to unravel.I crouch, I squint, I sneak out.I learn to retract.Unraveling is only the beginning.I’m on a hunt to take myself back.

I yearn to understand.

To stand alone, speak alone,

and fill within,because that is where the true void lies.

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