serial killer

my voids vary
in size and shape
but the depth remains –
i push them in, 
hoping they find leftovers from before.

i puppet my mimes;
there are boxes to fill,
stairs to climb –
battle-worn paths to tread

before you reach that pedestal,
fill in your name
i like to take note of my victims,

though they rarely ever stay.

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