I have been emptied so many times. I mistook it for becoming. Pour into me anyway, Let it drip red, let it stain, Let it find every crack I tried to hide. I am not broken. These are just some holes others made. Let the bone show. Let the hollow breathe. Light passes through me now, Where it never could before. And still I hold out the glass. Fill me again. I have been emptied before and I am still here.