The Hollow: Book 1, Ch. 2 > The Predator

A Poem by FaeryQueen

“The Hollow: Book 1, Ch. 2 > The Predator”

7.24.21

8:22pm

Evan

Kelly

Cora

Khat

Beth

Birdie [Bertha]

Sia

Emison

<Evan>

Thin noodles,

Slices of cheesecake,

Lemon wedges on empty margarita glasses,

Hollowed out shells of vacant, glass-eyed, faceless people,

Plastic, paper, satin, velvet,

Expensive tastes,

Copper, brass, metal,

They all graze my skin the same,

<End>

[Kelly]

I try so hard to hold back these tears, but they fall anyways,

No one picks them up, I am crying, the others are so-,

Zip your lips, don’t lie-,

Spreading rumors,

Dispensers of drugs in trash cans,

I’m a scavenger, what are those?

I learn from the droppings of people in front of me,

Naivety finally caught up to me,

These people run their mouths like they know what they wanna be,

But they don’t,

They see the news in lenses too warped for them to understand, then relay the messages in twisted knots around their hands,

My only concern is to show them who I am,

Coz they don’t get my brand,

I can do what you can, too,

In fact, watch me walk on my own, nature’s own Jimmy Choos,

Watch me talk on my own,

Watch me learn to love on my own,

You must be shitting me,

I’m not waiting for your apology,

I just wanna head to the f*****g library,

Peace and quiet for all that was done to me,

I’m about to start a wildfire,

For all that was done to me,

[End]

Khat

13- zipped lipped, innocence, I just wanted to help,

Broad left me in the dark w someone else,

Low light, hands down, waiting for my chest,

Grazed my s**t, felt his sweat,

Don’t forget about the way he forced himself on me,

F*****g nightmares in the night coz I can’t get it out my mind,

There’s this thing that I can’t talk about,

I can’t get it out my brain, but it must be said,

It must be said, it must be said,

The way he pressed his lips on me and tried to swirl out my brain,

I wish I could forget it,

It could never be forgotten,

It will never be forgiven,

All the wishes wouldn’t change a thing, I’d rather keep wishing,

I’d rather be buried alive than bleed with the same energy,

‘’

You don’t know them,

They wear masks in the night,

They pretend to be liked, then switch out for their knives, stab you in the neck then cover it up and gaslight you, make you wish you were dead,

coz that’s how it was for me,

Urinated all on the bed coz my body was in shock,

Felt my chest tighten, bolted out the room and heard the padlock lock,

[]

Cora

You wanna talk about tragedy,

Yeah, everyone’s the main character in their story,

That don’t mean mine is bigger [heavier, more intense, harder, more emotional, edgier, more painful, deeper, etc.…] than yours-,

I’m sorry if that’s what you were taught, but you’re a human too, you’re valid too,

Nobody could even walk half a f*****g step in your shoes,

End

[]

Bolted to the bathroom�"spider inside, everyone knew I was afraid of them s***s,

But I was grateful coz at least it didn’t judge me,

Just like everyone was doing, all they did was f*****g judge me,

Hid out in the bathroom, talking to the 8-legged specimen, my tears coming down harder, knew that I was caving in,

Still, I made it to the brink of it, threw my heart out on the floor; I forgot to reel it in,

The door bust open, had the whole room streaming in,

My heart started racing,

All the voices started talking, they don’t even know what’s happening,

So how [the f**k] would they know what to say, they’re so out of it,

Lying on the grime covered floor,

With these people that say they cared, man-,

I’ve had enough,

Lies spreading around, I must be a tyrant,

Martyr, the fear must’ve been fragrant,

Beady eyes all on me,

Mom coming closer with rage- damn, I really wish I could disengage-gage,

But my heartbeat echoes in a cage, so,

Anyway, they were all up on me, I guess now they look at me different, my god- how the f**k could they look at me any different, I already felt irrelevant,

I didn’t know that they could change up their loyalties, trust me, that’s how I got my trust disability,

Just coz they ain’t getting me, I already prepped myself, am still prepping myself,

I just wanted me to make sense, but y’all made it hard to make me make sense, calling me a liar and even if you weren’t, you still made me think that “well, that ain’t my problem now, is it?”,

B*****d was all up in my face, didn’t give me space to breathe, God damn, I was a dragon, breathing fire; I was so deranged, I was off my knees, I was high on those trees,

F**k family at this point, were they all covering for him?

Did they forget we were somewhere foreign?

Unless they never really thought to care, their airtight alleyway vibes,

Damn, I wish I knew better, I wish I knew better, damn,

I felt weak to my knees, there was a sickness in my stomach,

The megaphone dropped as my temp reached 100,

I kicked and I screamed as the b*****d came closer, pretending to save face, acting all engaged,

They all failed me as I started acting out,

How you supposed to act, tell me how you supposed to act,

Ima stay with the ones, the only ones that ever got me,

Stop shielding your face when things get finnicky, you better own your s**t, coz you were made for this s**t; you better tell one of us when things get all gimmicky,

[you know what I just realized, my sister and brother and I make a whole trinity]

.*.

We’re in the halls, pitch black, I think,

I’m getting heavy, weak in my knees,

I guess what happened next was a dissection of my sanity,

I was too weak to move, I guess, so they carried me,

Recounting the injuries these people gave to me, I don’t know what I was doing, I think I just wanted to be heard, to be seen, to be free,

But nobody saw what they did to me, nobody questioned the reality,

On the floor, I was in the middle,

I remember seeing black, then sounds came in a dribble,

I wasn’t hearing words, just auditory fluff,

I guess nobody tells you all that stuff,

Coz they’re afraid of the repercussions,

Nobody says nothing of the mental concussion,

They just chalk it up to a bad day,

They don’t have no oppositions to a foul play,

.*.

How funny it must be; a sinkhole, consuming all of us by our feet.

We thrive on vengeance alone; love doesn’t grow here- the toxic atmosphere prevents such oddities.

We are not of the kind; we do not have a mind, the only thing we know is that we are a hive.

The only remnant you’ll find is in each other, we don’t leave behind, we just transfer minds, there’s no trace of us, no evidence of our existence, we pass down our arrogance like it’s an inheritance, but forget that to think of our innocence, we just wipe it all away without any redemption,

Khat, vaguely detailing a recount of a traumatic experience that happened in 2012