
I am the hollow woman. I swallow holes. I can see the gaps in your cabinet of selves better than you can, selecting your latest reinvention or falling back on an old. As you reach, I look at you and your emptiness becomes mine. For a split second you pause, as if aware of me.
I hold my breath in case you hear me.
I hear you.
You say, “There is nothing behind the wall except a space where the wind whistles.”
Then you glance in the mirror and see me, and are shocked. Why? We swallow being into nothingness. (Or are we swallowed?) We make perfect the meaninglessness of it all, call it life, and make it compost, a place for new beginnings and endings. A cycle. Endless. Bare. Signifying nothing.
I am the hollow woman. And I am not alone. Am I?
Written for dVerse’s “Prosery” which asks that we confine our prose to 144 words or less and use the following line from a Lisel Mueller poem: “there is nothing behind the wall/except a space where the wind whistles.” Click on Mr. Linky to join in!
This is the kind of horror that is truly scary–because it seems so real.
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As I was writing, I thought how this is the horror that begins in our teenage years and sets us out on that nightmarish quest to “find ourselves,” whatever that means.
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Yes. Scary taken either way.
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It was a great prompt.
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Thank you!
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Such a silly quest. Wherever we go, there we are! Loved it.
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Thank you, Beverly!
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This is sort of nightmarish, the situation you describe. It sounds pretty haunting, but with beautiful descriptions that mesmerize the reader. Amazing work, as always!
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Thank you so much, Lucy!
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This s absolutely brilliant Dora! You made me feel in my response to this prompt. Your piece here has so much depth, an so many layers. Not a word is out of place, nor has been missed. Splendid!
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** feel lazy … ooops!
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Thank you, Rob, so much! You’re too generous and I’m very grateful for your encouraging feedback 🙂
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“We swallow being into nothingness. (Or are we swallowed?) We make perfect the meaninglessness of it all, call it life, and make it compost, a place for new beginnings and endings,” … this is incredibly eerie and apt! 💝
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Thank you, Sanaa! I think I need to do some post-Halloween detox though. The eerie came too easily.
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You speak with what sounds like the voice of Mother Night. Wonderful and mysterious!
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Thank you, Lisa! I think yours is the most benign reading, certainly the most comforting 🙂
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You’re very welcome.
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Wow, Dora… you knocked this one out of the park! I love it.
dwight
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Thanks, Dwight! That means a lot coming from a master craftsman! 🙂
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You are welcome and thank you for your kind words!
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Spooky. Beware of mirrors…(K)
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Thank you, K.
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The idea of swallowing the nothingness is haunting, and kind of reminds me of “The Nothing” from The Neverending Story. But then it ends up it could be a cycle by the end of the poem, but the idea of it signifying nothing sounds like existentialism to me. Always good to get me philosophical! Great job!
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Philosophical, did you say? That’s a long road to go down, but I hear we’re in the post-postmodernism phase now.😫 Thank you, Tricia!
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I love the philosophical take on this prompt: how many of us look into the hollowness of our lives, or recognise their true substance?
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Thanks, Ingrid. After I wrote this, I read at least a couple of others go with this take on the prompt which seems to suggest that its something that not far from our concerns. We want authenticity from others but also ourselves as well.
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Anywhere we run, we take ouselves with us. Very well written, spooky!
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Thank you so much, Jay!
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I like the philosophical angle of your piece, Dora, but I also like the idea of a hollow woman swallowing holes, other people’s nothingness. The scary part for me is glancing in the mirror and seeing the hollow woman (I’ve never liked mirrors), which reminds me of all those urban myths.
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I know what you mean: there is something inherently scary about mirrors (not just seeing yourself and realizing you went the entire evening with spinach in your teeth, haha). Horror movies love using this trope.
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If only the people who think they can choose what they will be were able to see how meaningless it is. Accepting and building on what we have is surely healthier than choosing a different persona as the mood changes.
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I’ve seen many chameleon-like people and wonder if its camouflage they’re after just to fit in or whether its self-protection/insecurity. Probably a mix.
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Dissatisfaction? The eternal quest for perfection? Certainly a lack of self-confidence. My youngest talk about the tyranny of instagram and the impossibility to be anything but a clone of the latest bodywork. You’d think the answer would be to turn off instagram but they don’t have that option on their check list.
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I am the hollow woman.
I swallow holes
Very good imagery Dora! This puts a twist into a mysterious character!
Hank
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Very kind of you, Hank, thank you!
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This is spooky perfection, Dora. My goodness, I held my breath.
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Aww, thanks, Dale 💝
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I love the realization that only if you’re wise you see your own hollow before you see that everyone else is as empty… maybe two empty vessels still can fill each other.
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I can see this idea … and the intriguing thing is that I do think it takes two. You and the Other, as it were, to finally fill the nothingness.
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No, you are not the only hollow person. A terrifying tal!
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(that should be “tale”)
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Thanks for reading. 🙂
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