Empty

when i am empty
when words come into my ears
and rattle they're way down
and images slip under my eyes
and slide their way down
and scents creep in my lungs
melding their way down

inside of me
clanging against my metal interior
on their noisy way down,
knocking over trinkets, books and shelves
like alice down her hole
farther
farther
farther down
settling at my feet


dead weight. the weight
that keeps me in my place
the place that makes me dead inside