There’s a hole in my bucket, Dear Liza , Dear Liza,
But he can’t fix it. Can’t fill the void that’s been left. He pulls his wife towards him in a hug that hurts. Can see himself like the cross dressing wolf in Red Riding Hood but with more style stuffing her into his enormous belly. Trying to feel full, trying to fill his own bucket, reaching out with clawing hands at empty air.
Fill me….fill me. I’m a shell. I’ve eaten myself hollow. I have only a façade left. This man is on the outside. I’ve fooled you all for so long but now the cracks are letting water and sunlight through. The poison seeps out. It hurts all the time. Stop it please. Stop the dreams. Stop the banging on my head.
He feels too old for his age. Things hurt that never used to. He’s standing in a driveway
