“You are to be my command laid on my enemy. you’ll make a hole in him through which he’ll drip away until he runs dry. As he drips out darkness, we’ll smile together, me inside, you outside. We’ll crush him between our smiles.”- Margaret Mahy, The Changeover
A little gap, in which I must wallow
Just a hole, one of the many to follow
A poke again, a partner to the first
Its just a hole, draining the water for thirst
This sieve of soul, now bleeds my affection
Its just a hole, so no need for correction
I catch the drops, so many all around
It just a hole, but I lost all I found