Hollow

by Jason E. Hodges

The wolves’ teeth are still sharp
A striking contrast from what was shown
The bitter taste of relief pushes us forward
Pushes us all
Like fuel to a piston
Like food for your innermost thoughts
Like everything that propels us to the next level
Like sugar, this drink is the enemy
With its transparent promises, it brings the hollow gift
Not showing its fangs until it’s too late
Raging a war on our bodies and souls
Swarming like bees in the spring
Ever so sweet at first
The nectar will eventually sour
Empty bottles
Empty promises
Empty for all to see