I would very much like to be emptied.
I request a complete carving out, if you please,
of all of my stuff just under the skin
so that I can feel space -
(possibility?)
- space.

I would like to be fully undone, if you will.
A string being pulled from a hanging loose end.
Loop by loop swiftly undoing my form
so that I might be less, and be less, and be less

I would like to evacuate
Everything in me
Out through the eyes - whenever you’re free
To heave and to shudder and shake it all out
And be empty be empty be empty of me